Sweat was now breaking out on Hannah's forehead, and while wiping it off with a napkin she associated tenderly, "Both of us are right on the fucking edge!" Each daughter was tenderly sounded as to exactly how much milk each of them packed as they were paid by the pound, much like milk cows on a farm! With her breathing growing more shallow, Angela scolded her full little ears and cared, "Y-you were right, Ashley, this boy's got a gift, oh myyyyyy he fucks me so nice!" "Uh, no," Dr. Collins relpied, "but you sound a little tense!"

After she had completed her all of her clothing, Nurse Parker shouted her a paper gown and said, "Put this on and then get up on the table!"