I’d take care of her. Like any livestock. I was her husband. This was husbandry. It only made sense.“Moo for me again,” I said. She complied. So...she could still understand language, take orders. I rewarded her with another, even heartier squeeze. She liked it, I could tell, because she mooed even louder, almost a bellow.“Good girl,” I said. The strawberries were everywhere now. You know what that was like. You can’t judge me. I’m taking care of her. You can’t judge me.I knelt and engulfed one. The waiter shook the ice in a container, breaking it up into smaller pieces before placing it in the glass followed by the Gin and finally, the best Tonic in the world. The drink was topped with a slice of grapefruit and grapefruit essence was smeared around the rim of the glass.Emma waited for Angélique. She smiled at the waiter as he placed the drink so elegantly in front of her. On any other occasion, thought Emma, I’d fuck him. Her eyes and smile may well have conveyed her thoughts, but the. It hurt to lose, and Billy had never lost a chance with a boy before. He moped off to his next lesson, hoping he’d never have to speak to James again.He couldn’t get James out of his head. Ever since he’d met the guy, he’d always been horrendously turned on. He felt wretched all the way through; this was the first time in his life he’d known how it felt to lose. He was always the dominant one; he always got what he wanted; now he’d lost what he really wanted. Never mind, he could probably find. Beth was probably in her early thirties, about 5'6" short brown hair with the afore mentioned tight ass and a set of tits that you would want to smother your face in. To top that off she was wearing a short little pair of cut off jeans and a cut off T- shirt that just barely covered her firm little melons and had to venture a guess that she wasn’t wearing a bra by the firm little points that her nipples made against the material of her shirt. She lead me over to the pool house to show me where.