When the message came through asking Elizabeth and Lemuel to stay an extra week, they just shrugged their shoulders and decided to make the most of it, to that end Lemuel spent his time converting an old massage bench into something more sexual.
'That was a great meal.'
'Thanks,' Elizabeth looked at him, 'what now?'
He put background music on and approached her, 'care to dance.'
Elizabeth stood and he held her waiting for the music to kick in, it was an old Rock and Roll record, 'bit old for you, isn't it?' Elizabeth asked.
'It's old for everyone,' he admitted, 'anyway I've got the camera on, it's on that chair, he nodded towards it.'
'Oh, I see, I'm supposed to twirl and show my panties am I.'
'Depends on what you're wearing.'
'Exactly what you told me to wear, what else?'
'Hmm,' a sign of approval.
She did a few twirls for the camera, 'is this a prelude to us making a porn vid?' Suspicion in her voice.
'No, but you've given me an idea.'
She gave an exaggerated sigh, 'me and my big mouth. Where did you find it?'
'Lost property, it's old but works, mind you most people use their cell phones these days,' he twirled her around again, her flared skirt flew high, the camera could see her stocking tops, suspender straps and panties.
'Doesn't matter how much you twirl me around and won't be able to see anything.'
'Yes, I know but the camera sees everything and, the camera doesn't lie.'
'I like it when you like to see me, it's quite flattering.'
'I like to see you, you know that' they kissed and merely shuffled around the floor slow, kissing. It was inevitable that Lemuel would place his hands on her skirt at the back and slowly drew it upwards, his fingertips found the hem and brushed against her nylons, she sizzled at his slow touch.
He spent a few minutes moving his fingers up and then down, and then up again, each time going higher until he was touching the stocking tops.
She swallowed, knowing what was coming next.
She breathed lightly, fingertips moving from her stockings to her panties, then inside her panties, involuntarily pushing her backside out to meet his probing fingers, unable to resist.
He moved so he could reach under her, now touching her labia, gently searching until he felt her dampness, then wetness, then penetration, not far, but enough to make her gasp. 'What.... I mean when, you haven't touched my breasts all day, I'll leak if you don't do something soon.'
He gave her an all-knowing smile, removed his fingers from inside her pussy, 'come see what I've got in the next room.'
He threw the door open, 'voila,' she knew it meant a new sex toy, she looked it over, it was hard to take it all in, at one end there was a normal massage bench, with a place to rest her head, but as she looked down the bench she saw two apertures, just the right place and size for her to dangle her breasts through, realising what it was for made her tingle with anticipation, dangling breasts meant a proper milking session, hand-milking.
Continuing further down it looked like a delta-winged aircraft.
However, at the very bottom was the 'fucking' machine, which they had named "Roberto" after watching a porn movie which utilised a similar device.
Lemuel moved behind her, kissing her neck, making her arch her back, undoing the buttons on her blouse, making sure not to touch her breasts, he pulled it off her arms. He was just as careful removing her skirt and panties. Finally, her bra, he at once helped her onto the bench making sure her breasts went through the holes, she didn't spill a drop of milk, he was so careful.
He adjusted the two bowls, already in position, for capturing her milk, he kissed her lovingly, 'I'm going to fit "Roberto Mark 3", he whispered, she was used to this preparation, the slow build-up.
He moved her legs so there were wide apart, fitting nicely on the delta shaped table, 'now for the fitting,' he explained unnecessarily, 'I've carved a new dildo, it's based on my dimensions, ("Roberto Mark 1") but a bit longer than "Roberto Mark 2". So, it'll take a bit longer to make sure it's all inside you, say if it's in anyway uncomfortable.' She gave a deep sigh as the first inch when in, once the first inch penetrated past her labia the rest followed easily.
'Just need to undress and wash hands and penis, then I'll switch it on, it's variable speed so you can make it go in and out at the best speed for you.'
After undressing and washing he returned, one last check as he manually ran it in and out a few times, 'I don't want the head to come out on the back strokes,' she understood perfectly what he meant, even so when he started it running, she gave a spasm of pleasure, making small 'mewing' sounds.
'Can you feel it making contact with your clitoris,' he asked, she replied yes in a husky voice.
'Time for milking,' he told her, he worked on both at once, supple fingers, pressing her breasts, fingers moving down to her nipples, gentle pulls, gushing milk. Gasps and groans.
After the first spurt of her milk, he slowed slightly, trying to match the milking with "Roberto's" rhythm, a few seconds later she reached out for his penis, she looked it over, it would soon be in her mouth, Lemuel carried on milking her without breaking stride.
A moment later she was enjoying the sensation of his penis, rolling her tongue over it, lips moving up and down it, holding it by the shaft for full control.
The feeling of "Roberto" banging away at her pussy, her tits being milked in perfect synchronism and a dick in her mouth, all combined to bring her to a shuddering climax.
For a long while the only sound was "Roberto" making squelching sounds, no sounds of milk spurting into the bowls, she held his penis in her mouth, not moving, 'you can slow it down now,'
