He reached out and grabbed my left breast. It was swollen tight, the nipple dark and distended from the injections. He squeezed it hard, forcing a globule of clear fluid to bead at the tip.
"Look at that," he said. "Ready to be milked."

He reached out and grabbed my left breast. It was swollen tight, the nipple dark and distended from the injections. He squeezed it hard, forcing a globule of clear fluid to bead at the tip.
"Look at that," he said. "Ready to be milked."

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