I was still too shy to even admit to myself of my desire to be bound and forcefully milked by another man. Yet here was this complete stranger already...getting me to spill and talk about meeting him at his home. My heart raced at the chance to meet this guy. Unfortunately, I was wearing my work uniform, so I couldn't go looking like a school boy with my khaki shorts and polo that read after school tutor in big bold white stitched letters. Yet he insisted I come over immediately if I was ever to. After weaving in and out of Social Services for a few months, he was fostered to a newly divorced mother with a six-month old baby girl. Having been left by her husband, Patricia (Patty to her friends, or Patsy as they called her when she had a few to drink) wanted her daughter Angie to have at least an older brother to look out for her. Patty had a good job, working as an executive admin at a mid-sized regional bank. She performed at her job well enough, and her clear blue eyes,. ‘He’s funny … very charming type of guy, and he’s a good listener.’ ‘Hope you don’t take any offense in my saying this, but hope you don’t think he was there to like hit on your or something.’ ‘I wouldn’t really know that now would I? Though I doubt it. I’d have noticed if he was.’ ‘There’s lots of guys like that around you know. A lot of them I hear like preying on alone women. Especially married ones.’ ‘Well let’s hope then that he isn’t.’ John turns to his open pages and scribbles down. I turned to face the woman who was probably not more than 25 and her straw color hair was the worst attempt to turn her hair blond that I had ever seen. But she was cute and her hazel color eyes were expressive as was her smile.“You have me confused with someone else,” I said smiling at her and looking down her low cut top and saw her cute boobs. Without a bra to mask them I could see they had little sag and were so perfectly shaped it was like she was a mannequin instead of a living breathing.