" "What did you say" I snapped? "Yes, sir." I lifted your chin up and told you to stick out your tongue. I placed the tip of my dick on your nose, and...some of my pre-cum leaked dribbled out. I slowly slide my purple head past your teeth over your tongue and slide down the back of your throat. I grabbed your hair ramming my dick farther and farther down. (Jenni get as close to cumming as you can. Orgasm at the hottest part to you.) Really bringing up that thick saliva, I would hold it in for so. I, again, see no signal from him that I should stop. I place my hands on the button of his pants and undo it. I slowly unzip, then lower them. I hear an audible sigh and know it's because the thin layer of his boxers is the only thing between his cock and me. I look up at him and think, 'will he stop me?' as I place my hands across the elastic of his boxers. I feel a strong, yet gentle hand on my own and look up at the steel eyes looking down on me. "You don't have to. It's okay," he tells me.. They connected a new bottle to the machine and milked me again, this time for twenty minutes. I watched Thomas hold the two bottles up, comparing the volume from first milking to the second. Ted disconnected me and told me to back to my room. He started talking to Thomas but I didn't hear what they said.Back in my room, I felt tired and thought I would take a nap. I got into bed and laid down. My hugs tits made it hard for me to lay on my back, they fell to the sides and I couldn't relax. So, I. I sat back against the wall; both hands between my legs, letting the water hit my breasts and run down. Once again I traced the outside of my sex, feeling the drapes of skin, so hot and sensitive, especially with the water. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, back against the wall, loving the relative temperature differences. Still ignoring my clit I slipped a finger inside my pussy, working it around and around. My insides were slippery with juice, and I pushed another finger in, mouth.