I also felt as if everyone in the office knew I was wearing womens panties and I was paranoid that, somehow, they DID all know. I was glad when it was...time to leave off, and I walked home very slowly, unsure of what my wife may have planned for me when I get home.I quietly shut the door behind me and straight away my wife shouted from the living room. "You know the rules, slut. Go to your room and change then come in here". I went into the spare bedroom where I was to be sleeping from now on.. " So you two are still milking then."Charlotte and Lucy nodded and smiled contentedly, then gave Sophiaanother brief peck on the cheek and made excuses to rejoin the sissyherd. Victoria wagged her head uncomprehendingly."Some girls are weird. Who would want to just keep giving milk all thetime, I mean, they say the nipple care alone is a real chore." What d'you mean mistress?" I asked."Well sometimes if you're giving milk, your nipples become cracked andsore. It can get very painful." What? All. ” I wasn’t really sure what Emme expected me to do; the dog weighed more than either of us and it was frantically scrabbling for purchase and angle. “OHFUCK!!!!! Sarah!” Emme had felt his eager prick mash against her entrance. He was hitting it repeatedly, each unsuccessful attempt drawing a grimace from Emme and a whimper from the now frantic a****l. Emme was going to get hurt if I didn’t act. I looked around for a stick, a rock, something I might be able to bash it with. There was nothing.. If the punter only wanted a quickie, was half pissed, ordidn't have the money for a full service she would blow him or have himfuck her standing up in the doorway. The doorway in the dark disusedalley had become her workroom. She would stand on the main roaddisplaying her wares and until she hooked a short timer, then she wouldlead him down the alley and into the doorway to complete thetransaction. The better clientele had a short walk to her flat.Pamela, like all prostitutes, had had her share.