She stood in the bathroom doorway, the light behind her, giving me a real good look.I had expected something provocative -- diaphanous, back-lighted. ...ll lacy and flimsy. Rip-off-able.But this wasn't see-through or flimsy. It was black and white, and made of heavy, pleated cotton cloth.Reminiscent of an old-style nun's habit!Oh, help me, Jesus!There was, thank you, no wimple. Alice's gown was white-collared, had long black-sleeves, and was choir-robe thick.However, it was so brief at the bottom. The guys all laughed as I tiptoed around the rubble in my stilettos and short skirt trying not to fall. The evening they all came over and had fun with me was a small reward from Daddy for all their hard work. The doorbell rang and Dady smiled. I jumped up and answered the door, I pulled at my micro mini leather skirt and opened it to see one of the guys from the card school. He smiled and said hello and I walked sexily in front of him and led him into our living room to meet Daddy. “You. Zara samjhiye.Madhuri: Devarji, ye kya keh rahe ho. Chaliye haath daba dungi apke khush?Suresh: Bhabhi, dabana to main chahata hu.Madhuri: Kya?Suresh: Jo maine do do baar sirf dekha hai. Aur condoms are also waiting to cover my dick.Madhuri: Uff, ye sab matt bola karo. Badme baat karenge ab. Bhaiyya ko good news dedo.Suresh: Bhabhi, talo matt baat ko.Madhuri: Chalo jao ab badme baat karenge.Madhuri mana karti rahi aur Suresh piche padte raha kuch mahino ke liye. Ye Suresh ki biwi ka 7th month. I don't understand it at first, but then it becomes clear - she is mooing, like a cow. Laura says they have all conditioned themselves to make this noise, to remind thesmelves of what they are. They can't help but moo when they are milked. Laura says the girls are milked six times a day. One milking doesn't happen until they are crying from the pain, to remind them of what they are and what they desrve. If there is a man in the house they have to moo for his attention to receive this.