Helga came back to see me, she sat down on a chair next to me “Look, Ms Reynolds, sorry about earlier but the fact is that no one wants you, your milk is essentially 80% cows milk, you should be ideal for a fetish bar or something but when we offered you our associate companies on line no one wanted you.”
“What?” I said in disbelief. Xxnx I usually lay by the pool for my milking sessions, the milking machine clicked steadily, as the girls knelt and sucked gently at a nipple each as usual but now I had an air pillow for my head leaving my hands and arms free and I was able to extend an arm under each of them, moving my hands over their inner thighs as they sucked, then exploring the soft downy folds of their labias before my fingers sneaked inside
