“Nope.”
“Fine. I was embarrassed.”
“Why? I sucked you last night.”
“Yeah, but what if you changed your mind?”
“Then I’ll tell you, but you need to tell me when you need to pump so I can help you.”
“Usually about every eight hours.”
“I can help you with the morning and night, but in the middle of the day… That will be more tricky, especially with you at work. What do you do at work when you have to pump?”
“I pump right before I leave the house and as soon as I get home, then before bed. I also have padded shirts so if I leak, it doesn’t show through.” Most of the time.
“Padded shirts?” he says thoughtfully, but more to himself.
“Yeah, they have built-in leak protection.”
Leo laughs now. “You sound like an ad for tampons.”
“Eww, gross.” I fake gag.
“Okay, sorry, sorry.” His laughter trails off. “What do you do with the milk?”
“I sell it.”
“Who buys human milk?” he gasps.
“Gyms mostly.”
“Gym rats are weird.”
“Hey, I go to the gym.”
“And it shows,” he purrs and squeezes my biceps. “I can’t even fit my hands all the way around it.”
“That’s because you’re small, Daddy.”
“How dare you call me small!” He mock gasps and tickles my armpit.
I laugh and squirm under him. “Okay! Alright! you’re not small,” I concede. He stops his assault and sits up so he’s straddling me. “Well, not where it counts.” I rub his bulge in his little lace shorts so he knows what I mean.
“Mmm, babe, that feels so good, but I think I’d like to save that for later when I can bury myself in your tight body.”
“You could do that now,” I try.
“Nope, we have plans this morning.”
“We do?” I don’t remember anything.
“Yep. We’re going shopping.”
“Remember what I said, Daddy,” I remind him sternly.
He leans down and kisses my nose. “One outfit and two toys. Don’t you want to come with me to pick out your toys? I’m not sure what you’d like.”
Actually, yeah. That sounds amazing.
