Chapter Seventeen
What was going to happen? My thoughts ran wildly as I just laid and waited.
My breasts ached as they did more often than not. The hormone filled daily rectal feedings kept the glands amazingly active. It may have been psychosomatic but I imagined the tingling sensation I constantly felt was the various cells in my n*****s producing at a rapid rate. I needed to lactate and pined for Nurse Inga’s wonderful touch. It had been many weeks since the twice-daily milkings had stopped. The sole manner in which I was relieved of the building milk was by way of the lounge, where most guest’s fingers were harsh and unskilled.
Perhaps Dr. Helga would give me thorough milking! Yes, maybe that was the purpose of all the preparations, one large extremely slow and sensational milking
