"He doesn't empty me," she said. "He eats really good, but I produce a lot of milk." Well," I said."Well, what?" she asked."He eats really well, not g...od." He thinks it's good," she said, one eyebrow rising."I'm sure he does," I said. "But you know what I mean. You're a professional woman now. You need to sound like it." Oh pish," she said. "Who cares about that stuff?" Customers care," I said. "If they hear a hillbilly talking, they'll think it's a hillbilly operation, with hillbilly service.". He hadn't taken me over, apparently that was beyond his powers, or I wouldn't be able to think that way. It was no different from another person talking me into or out of some idea. Well, OK, yes, it was different, of course it was, but more in the means by which he did it than the ultimate effect. It was persuasion, not dominance.For the rest of the afternoon "nursing" consisted mainly of giving him a couple teaspoons of alcohol every two or three hours. It didn't, I knew from the residual. Within minutes, Tanya had exploded on Amber's vanilla colored face and Amber had released her juices on Iara's tanned caramel face. Switching positions, Iara laid on her back and pushed Amber's head between her legs. As she feasted on Iara's swollen pussy, Tanya retrieved the cucumber from her dresser. She surprised Amber when she pushed several inches of the cucumber in Amber's dripping wet pussy and pleased her asshole within her tongue. Amber arched her tight little ass up, allowing the. She sits up and lets her hair dangle in her face; her blouse and bra dangling on her arms. My body starts to tense and she sees it, quickening her pace, never letting up. The table starts to move back and forth. Her moans grow louder as she reaches another orgasm and her fingers dig in, clawing down between my breasts, the other pushes her hair back. She pushes down one more time and a loud crack fills the room as the table collapses underneath us. We land and the toy presses against that spot.