You ordered the herbs, and a breastpump. Within a week we'd begun our regimen of suckling 15 minutes on each side, six times a day. I began using the ...reast pump as well, hoping each time to see a telltale white drop. My breasts felt heavier, fuller. Finally, after six weeks, one day when I was pumping a thin trickle of milk appeared in the container. That night, you suckled eagerly, moaning when you got a few precious drops. You fucked me hard from behind, my heavy tits swinging, an occasional. As suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. Just then, the train burst from the tunnel into open air. The twinkling cityscape danced outside the window. The lights on the train steadied, revealing nothing more than a disheveled woman gripping the pole, struggling to stand. She looked around the compartment.The isolated lives on the train passengers continued.Then she saw the older man staring at her in the window reflection, mouth agape. He quickly looked away. She glanced at the blonde. ” Slowly Gary held his hand out in front of him palm up, as flat as he could. He winced when Mandy took the cane from Emma, rested it on his hand, lifted the cane and flicked it down hard. Gary screamed out. “That hurt,” he said. “Is that better than another six of the cane?” “Much better Miss,” Gary conceded, rubbing his hand, not sure whether to rub his hand or his bottom first. Mandy said sharply, “Right, Gary you stand next to Ruth. Heather, you need to go across Emma’s lap. Emma, you will. Pooja aunty took hold of my hand and brought me back to the hall. She told that I was the main attraction of the Kitty party. She told that all her friends now know of our relationship and they too want to taste you. Saying this she removed my clothes. I was stripped naked in front of her friends. Her friends were enjoying the scene. I too removed Pooja auntie’s clothes. We were laid on the carpet and were about to have sex when my mother says,” Let the mother be the first to fuck her son”.