Lets put on a little show, ed thought, squeezing his amplebreast. ooch. they were sore. s/he squeezed again, they responded bysquirting more milk. " m...mmuuuuhhhh." he peeled off one shoulder ofher dress, and took a finger, softly circling her nipple. ed/noellealways wondered what breast milk tasted like. a drop lingered on herfinger. she looked up at the shadowy figure, smiled, tilted her headback, and held her finger above her waiting mouth. it lingered on herdigit, longing to make it's way. After 35 minutes I heard my mobile bleep, an incoming text message, I immediately thought Elaine had bottled it and was texting to say she was coming home. I felt disappointed in one sense, but in another way I was pleased she was coming back so I could get my own wicked ways with her in her slutty outfit. The text was from Elaine but to my surprise it just read “xxx”, I then noticed there was a picture attached when I opened it didn’t make sense:I text her back and asked what the picture was,. "They want us all to wear matching outfits and have providedthese - I hope you like it."The 'outfit' consisted of a short flared grey skirt with amatching tailored jacket and a white blouse with a frill down itsfront. This was pretty enough but being a lingerie company theyhad also included the lingerie with the outfit and it lookedbeautiful. There was a 5 tier layered petticoat that was almosttransparent with each tier finished with white satin ribbon,white satin full cut ruffled panties, a. He held the back of my head hard onto his cock and I gagged more. Finally he pulled out with a swift movement and I coughed out a big glob of spit and choked for air. I felt his cock slapping against my wet cheek. I had completely forgotten that my dick was still buried in the twink’s mouth. It was such a shift of dominance: just as I gained control it was stripped away from me. It was a total power trip. After I caught my breath, the hockey player grabbed my face and started fucking it deep.