She could hear other milking machines humming, elsewhere in the barn, other cows like her on all fours in their stalls giving up their yield.Everythin... else was a dream. She was a cow. Her crisp, professional clothes hid her secret -- her ever-filling udders, constantly growing warm and heavy with her rich milk. No one could know -- no one was allowed to know. After she had been relieved they were soft and comfortable, feeling plump and fertile packed away in her thickly-padded brassiere. But. Juanita gazed up at him with a look of genuine love on her pretty, young face."It's so dry, Jack, honey. Your cock needs some lubrication."She slid her legs beneath her and got up on her knees, bringing her face even with Jack's throbbing hard-on."Jack," I interrupted, "you've known all week I was coming. You could have done this..." How could I put it? "You could have wrapped this up yesterday."As though Juanita's gorgeous young body were an open file. Jack pursed his lips and took a deep. They had been busy nuzzling each other’s sopping labia; the gussets of their panties eased aside by manicured, red fingernails. Dr Lovejoy and Inspector Burgess sat in armchairs facing the ladies; they each had a drink in one hand and their cocks in the other, both slowly masturbating to the spectacle of the lesbian show before them.Matron and Polly returned to their business and Michele sauntered over to the bar and poured herself a drink. Both the Doctor and the Inspector patted the arms of. What else was I going to do, tell my mom I had been selling my butt to a bunch of men? That truth was even worse than the lie portraying me as a drug dealer.Being the Good Samaritan that she was, my mom decided the money had been tainted by immoral deeds, and the only way to make amens was by giving it back to good cause. So the World Wildlife Fund received a big donation for their Save The Panda program, and I never saw the money again. Teaching me two things. One; never be stupid enough to.