Zoey plays along

"The last one please, I want to see the look on their faces when they realize I am in on it, plus it feels so goddamn good to be milked." She says, grabbing your two hand with her own, feeling as her breasts swell and tighten up with too much milk again.

"Alright, lets get up, and get in there before they finish up" you tell her, getting yourself up. You throw on some shorts and a t-shirt while Zoey puts her top and short-shorts again. "Well, if you are going to play along, we need a way to communicate, so would you rather we have a telepathic connection that allows us to communicate, or would you rather women be groped by men." You ask, as you head out the door to go to the milking room on the first floor.

In your head, you hear her reply "first one, wait to come in until after I'm in and strapped in."

You watch as your sister heads in, and after about two minutes you hear in your head "Come on in, all ready."

You open the door, and head inside.