"The girl ' or whatever - allowed herself to be soothed. Peter somehow found himself hugging her. Gently holding her as her tears slowed. She was a fe... inches shorter that Peter. Her hair smelled fantastic. Dully, he realized it wasn't a wig."It's these fucking hormones," she finally told Peter's false chest with a sigh. "Keeping just the right levels is a total bitch. I'm sorry I freaked out - but people have been giving me the eye all night, whispering, laughing, and..." Hey, hey.," he. " Thanks."Two minutes later his cell phone chimed.He picked the phone and seeing the caller id showed it was Jordon calling he said, "What can I do for you Jordon, caller id is a great thing."She was taken back a little by his comment but said, "Well I am on our firm's benefit committee and we are meeting next week to discuss if there should be any changes made to the mutual funds available in our 401K plan. You told me you work at this investment bank so I was hoping we could get together and. He washed his hands and her nipples, and then proceeded to milk her. They discussed one of the deals they were working on the whole time he was milking her.By this time, Sarah was not even aware of the incongruity of her situation. It was how things were. Her business woman mind was in the body of a human cow. What did happen though, was that the sensation of being hand milked created electric jolts to her clit and she had a hard time keeping up the discussion.Finally, she could not take it any. . those things... to your own mother!" But Mom, you wanted it!" That's completely irrelevant, Gerald. If you had any respect for me as your mother, you wouldn't have... done those things. As she spoke, Madeline's hand drifted back toward her bottom."Is this about the ass-fucking, Mom? Because if that's what bugs you, we don't have to do that any more--" Gerald!" Madeline barked, her face reddening. She took a breath before continuing in a controlled voice. "You see what I mean, Gerald? You will.