I’ll see you on Monday.”“What? Oh, Ok.” Chad managed to stammer. “Overtime session. Right. Good. I’m glad you enjoyed Reina,” Chad said ...eeling a tightness in his belly that he was clearly some emotion that he couldn’t name. “You did great Reina, really great.”Chad felt bewildered. He’d thought he was making love to her, but to her this was just a session. She wasn’t making love with him; she was just being his paid slut, his office whore. Well fine, it’s better that way anyway, he thought to. A healthy stream spurted from each nipple to confirm her statement. She wasn't empty, merely comfortable. ​Could she ever be emptied when she's making that much milk, ​I wondered. I quickly put the bottles of milk away in the fridge and returned to the couch. 64 ounces in total pumped today. I beat yesterday's record by an ounce.I wrapped myself up in warm blankets up to my chest, which I left exposed. I didn't want to soak anything other than towels tonight. I had so few shirts and bras that. On their way to Jonathan’s home he had led them, to the degree he was able, by back streets and less traveled paths. Nonetheless what they had seen, especially the vehicles that seemed to move without any evident motive power, without even a horse, astounded and amazed and frightened the four of them. That, plus the continued noise, now not music but the noise of traffic and engines and other sources that they had no idea of, plus the lighting that hurt their eyes, had left them in a state of. My nuts were aching, my dick would never be soft again. I’d had about as much stimulation as I could handle “Are you ready to go home, mom and dad must be wondering where we are by now.” Joyce stopped talking, she stepped back and looked at me from head to feet then her eyes settled on the massive bulge in my jeans. She reached out with a finger and touched it then pulled the fingertip the length of my erection. I was embarrassed by her move but not about to reject her. My sister pressed on.