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I got the message: "Come to my office. Now."
No context. No smiley face. Just those words.

When I stepped in, she was standing behind her desk, leaning forward slightly, her shirt marked with spreading milk stains. Her face was flushed, her jaw tense.

"I'm leaking," she said, breathless. "Help me. You have to milk me"

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