I arrive about an hour before the guests and set up, we have some fine things to work with and I want to be ready. In walks Linda, and says "Hey Ty, g...t a favor to ask." "Shoot" I say. I notice little wet spots where her nipples touch her shirt. "Mark got called in to work before I got home, he usually handles this....I have a pump, but it seems to be broken, can you empty these?" She pulls up her shirt and I notice a tiny drip of milk at the tip of her nipple. Her boobs are standing straight. She was quite pretty, slim with small martini glass size breast and otherwise very well proportioned. I always said that when it came to women’s breast, more than a mouthful was a waste so the small breast were an added benefit to me. But before I go on, let me tell you a bit about me. First I am black and a military officer—well was one and I’ll explain that a little later. I am in my mid-forties, 6'1", 210lbs, with green eyes, and in reasonably good shape, consistent with the ideal hunting. . but not badly enough to put on some street clothes to walk down five blocks to the grocery store. This certainly didn't stop her from whining about her current deprivation seemingly endlessly."Damn it Rachael! If you don't quit bitching about your lack of chocolate, I swear I'm going to brain you with this popcorn bowl! Put your jeans and coat on and go down to the damned store and get some chocolate! I'll even come with you to make sure you make it there and to help carry it all back so you. Her heart thudded in her chest as she sat up with a start, hastily drawing the sheets over the creamy swell of her breasts as her gaze flew around the large cabin in alarm. The last vestiges of sleep flew from her mind as her eyes collided with devilish green ones. He sat with his long muscular legs stretched out before him, his arm looped over the back of the chair turned to face the bed. She swallowed hard at the realisation that he had watched her as she slept, and heat stole up her cheeks..