<strong>Mordecai ~ Emma and Helen</strong><br/><br/>Mordecai found it hard to sit on the stool during the exam. Instruments stroking in and out of his bitch. Fingers proding. Probing. It was almost too much. Her screams of pain so intoxication his hand was on his pants adjust his growing muscle. Helen's magnanimous offer. How could her refuse.<br/><br/>He rose from the stool and stood by the bitch's side. His hand covering her breast. He pinched and rolled her nipple.<br/><br/>"Yes, let's have a look at the new toy," Mordecai told the doctor, "She has firm ripe breasts, doesn't she.  Ripe enough for milking. Not a lot. Just the morning. A single thirst. Is that possible. Just the morning?"<br/><br/>