He settles back, painfully as his weight settles on the plug, pushing it deeper into his ass.  His thighs spread apart her legs, he rests against her, his chest, and more importantly, his new breasts, thrust out by the position of his hands behind his back.<br/><br/>Jules' head turns as she guides his head back even though it is uncomfortable.  He returns the kiss, groaning as her fingers play and tease at his oh-so sensitive nipples.  Shifting from side to side as the milk drips from his nipples.  That plug wiggling about within him.<br/><br/>He breaks the kiss, shifting about, the back of his head resting on her shoulder.  He wiggles and squirms as her fingers work at his nipples.  More milk dripping down.  He looks down at the milk, then lays his head back.<br/><br/>It would seem like she enjoys tormenting him, no matter what he does.  "Yes," he says softly, "Yes, I am hungry, he answers.  His hands, start to move, brushing and batting at her own breasts.  Maybe he can return a little of the suffering that she has inflicted on him.