" A woman's voice, machine.Not Dad. Dad's secretary. Cheri disliked her father's secretary eventhough she knew it was just a collection of code and ha...dware like herown secretary."Calling to inform you that," the machine voice intoned."John Smith," Cheri heard his voice, finally."...has three days in town. He would like to spend a weekend visiting histwo favorite daughters."Cheri said, "I'll cut classes." You will not. When are your classes, College Girl? I'll see to it thatJohn conforms to. I’d gotten home early, I cleaned the house again, lit some candles, and undressed, but I had somewhere between ten minutes and three hours to prepare myself. The naked part was easy, but keeping myself in a constant state of arousal was proving difficult.I got hard quickly enough, and then I had to slow everything down. I played out long fantasies in my head, squeezed my cock tightly, and stayed on my back for an hour. Every sound made me jump and clench, and her occasional text message. Hold me. FUCK me. FUCK me." Every time my cock pounds into her, "Fuck" come from her gorgeous, very lady-like mouth and it's completely apropos. It is a breathless, magic chant, and it's driving me joyfully crazy. I drive into her harder, cupping her breasts firmly from behind now."Harder."I move my hand to her hips, pulling her to me hard every time I move into her. She ends up being pushed forward, closer to the railing. She gasps. I ask breathlessly if she's ok."Oooh. My nipples are sliding. She paused. I expected her to laugh or get angry. She just kept quiet. She was passive and very mechanical.“No. I did not tell him that I am lactating and we women have the capability to withhold our reflexes if we want to. I did just that, and just did not allow any milk to flow”I heaved a sigh and she noticed and smiled. As long as she was here, her breast milk was for me to drink.“Want some?” she asked, gently shaking her booty with a naughtiness only she had mastered.“Does a fish need water.