They’re tight, but not unbearable. “Now, let’s see how well you can please me,” he says, his voice dark and menacing. It was finally confirmed one day. It’s then that I notice for the first time ever, the TV is off. He moves his hips forward, pressing his rigid member against my lower stomach. My hips feel wider, my curves more pronounced, and my breasts continue to swell. I cry out in pleasure as he fills me completely, my body adapting to his size. I gasp, my body trembling with desire. I try to move my bound wrists, testing the strength of the ropes that tie me to the metal pole. The milking machine became part of the routine. He removes the machine from my breasts. He chuckles darkly and pushes himself further inside me, stretching me open with his thick girth. His erect shaft springs free, hard and ready for action. Without warning, he reaches out and grabs my bound wrists, pulling them towards him. With each passing moment, the intensity of his movements increases.
