Suddenly, both girls were totally silent. They stood in shocked silence. Hearing Randall’s narrative and experiencing the actual horror of the piecing and banding of their breasts was beyond belief.
“The subjects of this process,” Randall continued, sipping the last bit of liquor from his glass, “always want to know why. Why? Hell, I don’t know. Really. Doesn’t matter if they are men or women who are watching. They usually find it fascinating to see girls like you squirm and shake as the preparations are made. Then they get really horny when the power is turned on and they actually see the milk flowing through the clear tubes.” Randall stopped his chat for a few minutes and sat watching the tormented women. Then he continued his narrative.
“Mostly, I guess, we do it because its fun to w
