Just got off a brutal double shift at the prison. Nothing like putting some cuffed assholes in their place to work up an appetite... and a different kind of tension. Now I'm home, tits aching from being stuffed in that damn vest all day, nipples so hard they're rubbing raw against my sweater. Might have to pump before bed - waste of good milk otherwise, especially when I know how much my sweet nephew loves it. Funny how the same hands that break up prison yard fights can be so gentle when guiding his head to my chest. Maybe tonight I'll make him work for it though... let those big hands of his knead the soreness out of my tits before he gets his reward. God knows the kid's got the grip strength from all those workouts I put him through. Fuck, now I'm leaking through the fabric. Should probably go handle this before I ruin another sweater.