Milking the MILFS

Diane's surrogate support group were in the lab, at least six of them anyway and Professor Ed Dorking couldn't wait to get them initiated. A quick dose of his special lactation accelerator was enough to keep them compliant and they were quickly eating out of his hand. One by one, the women were interviewed, milked and enjoyed.
Extract:
He began the questioning. “What you know about our work here, Maureen?”
“You’re some sort of science institute and need women who are producing milk for your research,” she began.
“Do you know how much we pay?”
“Erm, Diane said it’s a lot!”
“We pay four thousand pounds a month with free accommodation and food,” Ed replied.
“Wow!” Maureen was openly staggered.
“That is a lot of money and we expect a lot for it in return,” Ed continued. “You’re right, we do want your milk and the drug we have given you will enhance your yield; amongst other things.” Ed continued and scrutinised the woman sat across from him.
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Wendy continued the conversation. “We do expect a lot,” she said, getting up from her chair and moving behind the nervous woman. “In fact, for the time you are with us, we expect all of you.” She laid her hands lightly on her shoulders. “How do you feel about that?”

Maureen started to say something and then apparently felt better of it and shut her mouth again. Her head was spinning and she felt completely confused. The woman’s close proximity was unsettling her and she didn’t really know why. “Stand up,” said Wendy sharply and Maureen obeyed without question. Wendy lowered her hands slowly and began to unbutton her blouse. “It’s time to test your milk for sweetness,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.