Unlike most of my previous flings with celebrities, Jennifer's husband was a dancer in the show and could come in on his wife at any time. An innocent...massage might lead to something else.But Jennifer was insistent. "No, no, I want YOU to do it. If you don't, I might just call the whole thing off!" she said, a little snootily. Fame had obviously had it's effect on her in at least a few ways.I hesitated for a moment - I knew that any straight man in his right mind (IE, his dick working) would. Almost immediately fresh breast milk began to flow through the clear plastic tube and into the receptacle that was setting on the table. By now sweat had broken out all over Al's forehead, and he reached for his handkerchief to dab his brow. "Al," she asked softly, "would you do me another favor?" "What," he asked back in a weak voice? "I'm getting the milk out of one breast, but the other one is still full and needs to be emptied right away, do you think you could do that for me?" "Uh, how. Almost an hour had passed, passed as if it was an instant. ‘Oh wow. I . . . I mean, did it work?’ ‘We won’t know for certain until you try, and I’d like to do some more sessions to reinforce the work we did today in any case. That said, I think you’ll see the difference soon enough. You’re a very good subject.’ He looked pleased with his work, and I found myself feeling better already about my birthday surprise. George was going to be so happy, I couldn’t wait to tell him. ‘How will I know if. You know how rough he gets with me when we are not on time. My ass is still hurting from the last time when we were late.We arrived at the motel e were both surprised not to see Rick naked on the bed. When we came into the room 3 guys got up off the couch and moved toward us. Rick introduced him as his boss and his Nephew. The boss said to Rick that she was move beautiful than he described and kissed the back of hand. My wife blushed and giggled a bit like a little kid.After few minutes of chit.