The main concern for me was going somewhere and meeting someone that knew me/recognised me, i think i would actually DIE of embarrasment!So me and 'B'...travelled (for what seemed like ages) to a dogging spot in Edinburgh called Longniddry, where there are 3 car parks. I was SUPER excited, but very very nervous as well, although ive been seeing 'B' on and off for about 3 years, i was still unsure if he would be able to protect me if it all went horribly wrong.I was suitably dressed for the. We'd have one or two people riding at the point. One or two bringing up the rear and keeping the stragglers moving. We'd also have one person on each side of the herd making sure nothing strayed off to the sides.The three or four of the cattle that were natural leaders would work their way to the front every day. The rest just seemed to follow them. In stormy weather, we always had every available person stationed around the herd.At night, we always had one or two people on watch, riding around. And it began. . . I smiled to myself, and further leaned to ease them with full view of my breasts, once again, now lactating in drops. .I remained in that position for at least half a minute, then again leaned back. Now the moment I leaned back the wet cloth-material simply got glued to my front down the bosom, poking my skin through the wet translucency (caused by milk-flow inside). I found their eyes popping out in a mixed emotion of amazement fascination and lust. I felt elated to have. You will dress at all times in the manner which Jim andI will outline in a minute. Now we know you have some cushy job workingfrom home,” my surprise at their knowledge of my habits showed on my facejudging from the smile it elicited on Sam’s as he continued, “so that meansyou can wear what we tell you, all the time. I mean when you are working,sleeping, eating or even fucking! You will at all times wear exactly whatwe say. If you need to change, you’ll have to come and see us forpermission..