I looked down in time to see the man’s hands move to my breasts as he spoke to the crowd, ?As a precaution we clamped her nipples to keep her from l...osing any milk before we get the pumps in place. Are you ready to be milked cow??I nodded and mooed loudly as the crowd laughed then cheered. I felt the man tug on the chain between my clamps and I groaned in anguish. There was a sound from off to my left and I turned my head to see a silver wheeled cart being rolled up next to my now helpless. She gave out a disappointed moan as my head left her eager pussy. My tongue then slid down her nylon clad left leg. I reached the sole of her foot and licked it. I then took each toe into my mouth and sucked it through the sheer nylon. Soft moans escaped my captive lover as I made love to her whole body. I then moved back up, again stopping at her already wet cunt and gave one quick lap of her clit. She gave a loud moan and begged, "Please more."I looked up at her and said, "All in good time. "I fear," she whispered, "that your dear father will do me little harm tonight." Nor little good," I whispered, enjoying the view of her fine mounds, which actually rubbed against each other in her tight corset and thus produced a deep valley begging for exploration. I bent and kissed high on both breasts and then nuzzled her throat. She purred.Father's men had undressed him down to his frilly shirt and he lay on his back snoring and looking like a beached whale, his wrinkled privates hidden by. My mother had 5 girls ranging from 4-10 when I was born.Dad's a VP at a large bank, and goes on business trips 4-5 times a year from a few days to weeks, so I never had a steady father figure at home. While I was still in diapers my sisters would dress me like a girl or one of their dolls. As I got older everyone thought I was a girl.They would put frilly under pants on me, one of their dresses and a bonnet. Wheel me around the block like I was their baby sister. The women would say how.