I was to serve as a transvestite prostitute. Then he left and Iwas left to carefully place the milking machine on my agonised nipples.It was almost an...hour and I had to empty the bottle load down thelavatory once before I finally evacuated all my excess milk. I left thealmost full second bottle on the boarded up windowsill unsure of whatthey wanted to do with it.I presumed it was morning when I awoke. I could not see out of theboards but light filtered through and I knew it was daylight. Then. ”“Don’t worry, Jack. I’m not made of glass. You didn’t break anything. You didn’t do anything that hurt me.”To help the situation with a little levity, I chuckled and said, “It’s not like you are the first penis I’ve felt.”He laughed softly and said, “Yeah, but you’ve never felt mine before.”For some reason, I blurted out, “You have a very nice penis and it felt very lovely too.”“Really?” he said. “You’re not just saying that to be kind at this point?”No. I’m really OK Jack and we’re OK too.. We kissed for a long time as our tongues wrestled back and forth while our hands explored each others body like it was the first time we had ever touched one another. Before I knew it Angel was unzipping my pants and she reached in with her hand and pulled my throbbing cock out. While she was caressing my dick I had my hands up her shirt squeezing her firm titties through her red lacy bra. Her nipples were poking through the thin bra and begging to be sucked on.“Sit back,” she told me. . I walked back to my lorry and was planning where to park for the night when the phone rang. I knew it was the office calling and I guessed it would be Stacie. She gave me my instructions for the following day and never mentioned the incident ten minutes earlier. Stacie asked where I would be parking up for the night as this has to be recorded in the office for security reasons. I told her, of course, and went on my way. I was soon parked up in my usual secluded spot. After closing the curtains,.