I had to, I couldnt wait any longer. My pussy was already wet with the anticipation of her touch. I rolled on top and began kissing her neck. I worked...my way down, teasing each nipple with little bites. Her nipples grew hard within seconds. Sarah's hands grabbed my ass and pulled me tighter against her. My hand tickled up her thighs as I teased, going high enough to barely touch her pussy. I could tell she wanted it. I drew one finger along her soaking wet slit and twirled it around her clit,. Dr. Andre also recommended that when the boy was at home, he should wear nothing but the special pouch-panties, as they were the only truly healthy garment for a male to wear.In addition to the physical aspects of extracting semen from the boy under a rigorous schedule of milking sessions, and the replacement of the boy's normal underwear with the 'pouch-panties', there was also a psychological aspect to the boy's 'treatment program'. Dr. Andre and her staff trained Irene both in written form. As aunty and I were placing the food on the table, my uncle said: What’s special today? Smells good!Aunty: Today, you are going to remember your sister. Amit has prepared a very tasty potato curry that Lalita thought him.Uncle: That’s appreciable Amit that you know to cook.By then, Swati opens her room door and comes out holding her phone. She was busy smiling and texting on the phone. She was not seeing people at the dining table.Aunty started scolding her: Always busy with her phone. Come and. We could actually hear it groaning before we saw the thing.Then came the surprise, the miller was not at home but his lissome wife and buxom daughter were. While George flirted with the girl, I told the woman of our charge. She smiled me a good smile, said, "Take what you want. I'll tell him I had no choice; big. strong men like you two, armed and all and no way for two weak women to prevent you taking whatever." She smiled. "Whatever you want."I nodded, gave her the quartermaster's.