”The next three months passed rather slowly for her. Her days were punctuated by her milking times but little else. She’d stopped going outside. I... was just too much of a hassle to get dressed and go out when she had to be back in a couple of hours. Mark had increased her milking sessions to once every three hours. Her production was steadily going up with her more frequent milking sessions. Thinking back, it had been a month since she’d worn any clothes at all.She was getting concerned now.. It was certainly more than I'd expected to happen during the course of the evening.Once again, she placed her hands over both of mine, and then I thought, "Ok, so now she's bringing things to a screeching halt," perfectly content with that if she had. Already I had blown the roof off anything any of the other guys had achieved, including John, who in my mind no longer warranted "God status", a title I couldn't claim myself either as it had to be given you by the others. But already I was. .. hold it tight... don't let go"Every time my grip loosened on the ribbon, Charlotte would kindly remind me by softly yet firmly pinching my protruding nipples. Her long slender fingers were thrusting like a steam engine's piston, deep into my channel. Nothing was constricting them from hitting their goal.Oh... oh... oh... were they... was that... is it what the call a G... spot? Did I really have one? Oh.... mmmm.And, that's when I felt Bridget nibbling my neck and kneading my breasts hard.... She had me impaled.I turned and was facing her, she kissed me I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her down to me, "not my ass."Day walked me to the bedroom, I grabbed the dildo she had strapped on and led her to the bed.I took it off of her and brought it to bed. Day wasn't sure what was happening but she still wanted me.Day was lying beside me, I rolled her on her back and knelt between hers legs and kissed her mound. I pressed my tongue hard, against her clit, she groaned, I looked.