Small steps...

She pulls her skirt down, and steps out of it. She doesn't seem to be doing it for your sake, but it certainly feels like it was factor, especially because she bends over to reach into a low drawer. Your view of her most private parts is only blocked by her dark lace panties. "May I say something out of line?" you ask her. She turns around and puts her hand on her hips, "You already have; so I will permit it". You crawl towards her again, maintaining eye contact. "You look incredible, Mrs. Juniper". She blushes again, "That certainly was out of line, young man". She can't help but smile anyways. You look at what she got out of the drawer, and you see a little pink bullet in her hand. For a split second you are confused about what it is for, but she slips it into her underwear, just resting it against her clitoris it looks like. She then flicks a little switch on the the remote, and you hear a light humming.

She moans, and puts the remote away on top of the drawer-stand. "This is just for the purposes of milking," she says, unconvincingly, "let's get back to it, Alex". She clambers into the rack again, and you go over to the side to tighten the bars. "A little tighter this time". You happily oblige, having absolutely no complaints about seeing her tits squeezed together tighter. You then crawl over the front again, and you can already see the effects of her vibrator. Her mouth is perpetually open, and her eyes in turn closed. You take the opportunity to enjoy the view of both her complete bliss, and her hanging tits. You slowly knead her, now trying desperately to bring her to orgasm.

In fact, it seems like she is just about there, and speaking of, you begin to feel yours welling up as well. You are about to cross the threshhold when she looks up and opens her eyes wide. You hold eye contact while the both of you pulse and throb in orgasm. You recover first, beginning to slowly knead her again, while she's still clearly orgasming. She begs you with her honeyed eyes, and you do your absolute best to make it to her satisfaction. Finally her head slowly lowers down, and she gasps for air. You slow your work down considerably, to accomodate her. After about a minute, she lifts her head up again. "Alex, I think we're... done now" she says raspily, through gasped breaths.

You crawl slowly over to the side and loosen the bars around her tits. She stands slowly, her knees still weak. "Good job, uhm. You are dismissed". She turns off the milking machine and you take the cup off, handing it to her, awkwardly. She takes it from you and smiles, as much as she has the energy to. Thankfully, your cock doesn't sting nearly as much as when you were last milked, thanks to the lower speed. You smile at Mrs. Juniper, who has sat herself down and is catching her breath, sweating profusely.