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Ted walked up behind me, ran his hand down my back. That was the first time I cried. He concentrated his whipping on my tits this time, the pain was excruciating but there was something else. He adjusted one of the knobs. I decided to put on my boots. It was Peter and Thomas. I giggled at the thought, the pain killers were still making me high. Each of my lips was at least two inches thick, the skin pulled tight. I inched myself up along the wall until I was standing and walked over to the machine. “It is a Scottish Thistle milking machine from the late 19th century. I got up off of the
