Chapter Twenty-nine
The doctor’s prognostication concerning Mr. Fatipton’s health unfortunately began to become evident. Over the next few weeks he became weaker and weaker and I was only able to coax two more sperm samples of any reasonable size.
His suckling was also sporadic, beginning a session with strong satisfying draws only to falter as his strength quickly dissipated. Thankfully, Ms. Powers would give me a firm and thorough hand milking every evening, which was essential if a proper level of lactation was to be maintained.
Meanwhile, during his more conscious times, Mr. Fatipton took great delight in toying with the golden sphere peeking out between my flushed and reddened labia. Yes, Ms. Powers insisted that the balls remain in place, which made urination difficult. For any ot
