Yes, I had to ask her and then… figure out a lie. I would tell her she was drinking the usual milk we had here because I thought it had gone sour an... needed a second opinion. Yeah.I grabbed a different cup and squeezed my other breast milk into it, breathing a sigh of relief at how good that felt. So good, I could finally put my bra back on.With a plan fully formed in my mind and two cups of what was most definitely not a pumpkin spice breastmilk latte, I opened the door and nearly bumped into. "Next set," he said. We resumed our positions and he began the next set.We went on like that for about an hour. The only time he spoke was when he needed something specific from me, although I'm proud to say I needed very few instructions. He would periodically kiss me or stroke me between sets. I watched him like a hawk the whole time. He was virtually naked; the only things hidden were his cock and balls. As the workout progressed his body began to glisten with sweat. His heavy breathing and. The kids turned up their noses at the cut green beans, but their mom and dad were adamant that they eat everything. The biggest hits were the fresh cold milk, and the pineapple upside down cake!"I have to know how you made this cake. I have never had its like before!" Beth exclaimed once we were finished."I have to say, this was definitely one of the best meals I have had in a good long while, Sorry, Beth," Arthur spoke the last to his wife."No apology needed, Arthur. It was one of the best. They hurt like hell. She flicked at the clips for a bit causing them to bend and move, pulling the skin with them. Mistress Lynne used a riding crop to remove the clips. I didn't see it coming with my wife's pussy being ground into my face. The crop connected with the clip and tore it from my already sensitive skin. I scream into my wife's pussy. They laughed at me and continued to remove the clips. Some came off with one swing of the crop, some did not. Mistress Lynne and my wife took a.