It was going to take some time before the accumulation of milk in my breasts could be sucked out and even longer before the effect of the drug wore of... and I would be able to turn off the tap. I found the courage to smile to myself when I remembered that this was one of the horrible things Bambi had thought of to scare me into a compliant state. My breasts had, indeed, been turned into udders overflowing with milk. The difference was, I loved the feeling now instead of being terrified of it,. ‘How is everything, Stan? Are we about ready to kick this deal up a couple of notches?’ ‘Let’s have lunch, and we’ll talk,’ Stan said. Stan Conway owned a modest-sized construction company and John Motta was a potential client, one whose business could put Stan’s company into a brand-new market, both in terms of location and the type of construction. At 38, he was just about to realize the dream he’d had when he’d started with the company, back when it had been owned by his ex-father-in-law.. “You are not keeping those nylons. When we get home I’m taking them and I’m going to throw them away.” I replied “I don’t understand why I can’t have them. I like wearing them. They feel good on me and I like the way they look.” Dad said “little boys do not wear nylons and that is why you can’t have them.” I shot back “well this boy wears them and I am going to wear them whenever I want for the rest of my life!” At that point it hit my father that my like of nylons and pantyhose was more than. About six inches(On a good day).and about as thick as two fingers pressed together. So you get the picture now…this was a man totaly deflated and confused to fuck. The old self preservation thing took over automaticaly and I quickly changed the subject. It took a long time for the subject to come to the fore again. One night we were drinking and getting all sexy and to my suprise she actualy broached the subject for the first time. ‘You never mentioned fucking my arse anymore’,she said with a.