My sisters and Shirley did most of the milking and clean up afterward. Shirley usually did all the solution rinsing of the milking equipment and milk ...ine beforehand. While starting all this, Shirley had been telling me of one of her friends wanting to know about what my good juice taste like. She gave a glowing description of how the girl reacted to her elaboration. All this was making my pants a little tight. Shirley stayed to see that all was going well, as it should be, then came to be with. ” “Hmmm. I’m, oh! That feels so nice. Thank you for this.” He grinned at her. “We did it together, Elizabeth. I’m so pleased for you.” “It wasn’t bad. I didn’t feel like I was bad at all. I felt, excited, I guess. Can we do it again?” “Of course. Next time, though, I’m pretty sure I’m going to come, too.” “Will you?” “Yes. You know what will happen?” “Of course. I love the way you feel inside me. Let’s keep going.” “You want my come inside you?” She smiled so beautifully, leaning forward to. “Easter Eggs! All over the yard! Look!”The girls all jumped up and ran to the back door and there, in the bright April sun was a yard crawling with Easter Eggs of all sorts of colors.“Well, what are you waiting for? Wait! Moms do we have anything the girls can put the eggs in?”Erin opened a cabinet door in the kitchen pantry and retrieved four big Easter baskets.“I have just the thing! Here girls.”She handed them out and then waved for the girls to attack the back yard. They were off like a. I talked with her about my curiosity about ?what the subs feel?, but it was only that CURIOSITY. I never thought she’d introduce me to submission by drugging me and then keeping me for a 3-day weekend of torment and heavy use. It was awful, frightening . . . but wonderful too, in a strange warped way. It did start me thinking differently, maybe I wasn’t as Domme as I thought I was? I was angry with her for a time, but she had been my very best friend for years and we gradually drifted back into.