“If you don’t want to feel that, you keep pedalling! it was in a small, grey concrete featureless room but with a large window opposite where punana could see people outside, going about their normal business. xxx18 And the fluid is dosed with hormones to make those udders produce milk.”
The man moved closer and patted punana on its head, like it was a pet animal. The rest period was cruelly short, just 15 minutes, before the voice came over the speaker, “Start pedalling!” and punana forced its aching muscles into action again. The woman who inspired the stories has been masturbating to them quite regularly while going about her normal, everyday life. Now, start pedalling!”
And he left the room leaving it to its labour.
