Before the final stage in the milking, Mrs. Johnson looked over to a young female assistant who had been waiting to do her job. At the look from Mrs. Johnson, she came up onto the stage and started to set up a small camera right between Carl's legs. Everyone noticed, with amusement, that she could barely concentrate on setting up her tech, so distracted was she at the sight of this beautiful young man lying naked on the table. But with a couple of connections and a flick of a switch, a huge image of Carl's testicles appeared on the white wall behind him. As Carl's head was still propped up on the pillow, he didn't see this.

'Thank you, Maria,' said Mrs. Johnson. 'And now if you could see to the lights.' Maria left the stage with one more quick look at this specimen laid out before her and in a moment the lights in the room dimmed meaning that the close-up image of Carl's balls became much clearer, so detailed that, because of the carefully trained spotlight onto Carl, you could literally see the tiny hairs that had started to grow back even though he had been closely shaved just this morning.

'Now we are going to start Carl's milking with him just like this, on his back,' said Mrs. Johnson. 'It's as good a position as any: comfortable for the milkee, comfortable for the milker and with any sperm destined to land on the milkee's belly. Or in Carl's case -- as I have witnessed before -- on his chest or even his face.' The room tittered at the idea of Carl hitting himself in the mouth with his own sperm.

'But if you were going to be collecting the sperm, as we are today, there is a much better position to have your subject in. But let's not jump ahead of ourselves. Now, I would advise you to use a little lubrication to get things going but if you wanted to use your mouth at any stage, then obviously you don't want the taste of chemical substances. One way around that with a young man like Carl, who has prolific precum production, is to...' And he lifted up C