It wasn't long until both of my Hucows were producing one bottle each at each milking session. I now had plenty of Hucow milk each day for my breakfas... and dinner at night. I also suggest when the milk flow stops, continue pumping for 2 to 3 minutes.When I milked my cows at home, they would kneel over the spanking bench allowing their udders to hang downwards, their ankles were attached to a spreader bar so their pussies were open and able to be used, then I would raise the spanking bench up so. This was supposed to be a punishment. The moment my fingers touched her bare skin, she slackened, giving up. A faint whimper escaped her mouth as I tugged again. Instead, she let me bend down and suckle on the left one. It was as sensitive as I remembered. She moaned. God. How I had missed her sweet moans in my ears."Jackson, don't," She cried, with almost a sob.Ignoring her, my hands found the flimsy lace below, pushing it aside, and plunging my finger inside. Sweet lord, she was always so. What was going on? Where was she? It was dark, she could barely see a thing. The silhouette of bars surrounding her. Was she in a cage, but why tie her down if she was already caged, that seemed a bit excessive. She stared into the darkness. It wasn’t a cage. Little plushies were dangling over her. It was as if she was in some sort of cot with a dangling mobile. She pulled on the leather straps once more, she pushed her hips up, she kicked her legs high up in the air, but all in vain. She. Then it happened i felt his hand inside my pants and his fingers rubbing my hole, mate i didn’t know what to say or do i was frozen i just had to go with cos i have heard stories from inside where if you fight it they just beat you up and still do it. i bit my lip and just took it his 2 fingers were now poking me and his cock was in his hand wanking away and he said wank me, i bent my arm back and touched his shaft it was huge mate i just tugged away whilst he fingered me. Terry pushed my.