Returned to My Booth - To Be Milked?“So what did you think of your cohort donors? Wonderfully docile don’t you think... considering all the hormones we have them ingest.”
A rather fractious bunch in dealing with me as ‘new boy’... I think but do not say.
Miss Beth unclips my hook. The puffolator hisses, releasing air. I feel my anal insertion deflate. I’m chagrined in somewhat missing the impaling comfort... the sense of feminine authority deep within. Hands pull to reverse the process. In exiting, the bulbous end abrades my prostate. I lurch as my sphincter yields. This brings another girlish giggle, Miss Beth also seeming to sense comforting empowerment in so facilely introducing things within the intimate male anatomy.
I am bonding to her more each day... ceding to a woman the most p
