Chapter Sixteen
In a few weeks the girls from 2 stall also stopped visiting the lounge. In their place a new set of girls from 5 stall joined us in the deviant antics. All young, voluptuous, and all lactating like dairy cows.
One evening while being aggressively milked, a particularly clumsy but fervent woman talked to me as my fluid squirted into the waiting bowl.
“Well, Alexi you’ll soon be having more fun. Its June you know. March is nine months off for the girls of 3 stall and I’m going to enjoy watching Dr. Helga part those juicy lips of yours and do her thing. I just may purchase a video of that!”
She made her comment with such zeal that I pondered over the remark as she laughed. Being isolated in the stall, none of us girls had any sense of time, much less of the day, week or mo
