It was made of wood and metal and had a lot of wheels and levers on it. I thought nothing of it at the time. There was a spotlight above it that shone...a bright circle of light around the stage. Someone brought me a wine and I forgot about the stage for a while. Two guys, who seemed to be club managers or maybe motel managers, came over and told me they wanted to show me something. They took me up on the stage right next to the wood structure. As I got closer I could begin to see what it was and. With a flick of her head, she signaled Acne Face, who pinched the nipple and pulled the breast out into a cone shape. The woman turned the crank, and the arms converged around the base of the breast, squeezing it like fingers until, with a pop, the rubber band slipped off and compressed the flesh. The male let go of Iman's nipple, and her breast assumed the shape of a base ball, slowly turning pink, then purple. There was discomfort, the pressure on her skin, the anxiety that her breast would. She said I meant her husband and she was Mrs Andrews. She laughed at my obvious embarrassment and told me she had made breakfast for us all. I called the others and we went into the kitchen of the main house, Sylvia had laid out a full cooked breakfast and mugs with tea or coffee. I suppose I should tell you about Mrs Sylvia Andrews she was early 30’s jet-black hair brown eyes and large titties she was attractive and friendly. After eating we went into the outhouses and began clearing we. I stood up and she pulled my underwear down. My cock was hard real hard. She looked at it and with no words spoken she licked the pre cum off my cock head. Slowly kissing it she swallowed most of my cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head on my cock getting it real wet. I could see her saliva oozing on it. I held her by her hair and fucked her mouth hard. She licked and sucked my cock like someone who had been craving for sex all her life. I told her to stop. I turned her around and made her put.