But the last straw was when I figured out that he was enjoying his doxies in my bed. I hired a detective. Porter shadowed Karl and a student to our ho...se, but told me that this wasn’t sufficient evidence. Since it was my house, I could grant him legal access. And we knew times the house would be empty. Karl, however undependable with regard to his marital vows, can be depended on to meet his classes.Porter planted the TV camera in my bedroom. He explained that sound was not necessary in court. Deciding enough was enough I pulled up my jeans, zipped up & exited my booth only to find nearly every guy here now had his cock out & was wanking, not only watching the cinema screen but some were clearly watching each other. As I walked back into the smaller cinema area there was a guy laying back on the lounge with another guy clearly sucking him off in front of anyone who cared to watch. Amazed by the open sexuality of every one here and kind of in shock I decided to leave the 2 of them to. But he didn’t agree to take it as there was no way to confirm it was my breast milk. He argued that he should only come and milk my breasts. Since I didn’t have any other way, I agreed.On the following day, he came and I was ready. We went to the other room where my husband wasn’t sleeping. I was wearing a green saree. He brought a bowl and I took my huge breasts out. And I started to squeeze my left boob. He took another bowl and started to squeeze my right boob. I was surprised by it. He. I got my Coke from the machine and caught up with her just before the elevator door opened. We both entered the elevator, and selected our desired floor. She seemed to be shifting her stance a bit as we rode in the elevator. All of a sudden we felt an abrupt jerk and the elevator stopped. The doors were very sensitive, and if they received too much pressure or anyone tried to push them open by a crack the elevator would stop. She did not know I was the one leaning on the doors to try this.