My proud cow.”I grinned, then mooed, and mooed some more. I was a proud cow. His proud cow. I thought about what I’d say at the Crisis Center. May...e if more women did this, the bad things wouldn’t keep happening to them. Maybe if more women made their men happy like this, their men wouldn’t keep having to hurt them. I’d tell them that. I’d let them know. They could all be cows, and they’d all be as happy as me.“All right,” he said. “One last test. You’ve passed all my tests so far. There’s just. “You aren’t fucking the guys,” I told her.“What can I do?” Rory asked in surprise as if that was crazy and perhaps it was but I was still uncomfortable with her participating. She started listing off a lot of sexual stuff like sucking cocks, eating pussy, hand jobs and I told her I wasn’t comfortable discussing it with her.“Okay, how about this,” Rory suggested that once I was with a customer she would wait and keep an eye on me. She would watch to make sure that I didn’t signal for help and. She wasn't going to get out of debt at this rate.Amber looked up from the sewing pattern she had been examining. The envelope that the pattern came in was on the table. She hadn't known what to expect when she ordered it, but what she got wasn't what she thought it would be.In a distracted voice, she said, "You haven't asked him to fuck you." What?"Bambi said, "You must be slow. Even I figured out that he's been waiting for you to let him know that you're ready for him." That's right. I'd be. He was out of station for most days of the week. I had seen him two or three times, but he would rarely speak.One day as were discussing a problem she sat near me, so close that I could feel her ass. My cock started becoming erect, but I controlled somehow. Then she gave me a problem and went inside.I grabbed my cock and rubbed it. That was the first time I had sensual feelings for her. That night I thought of her and masturbated. I was so horny at those times. Most of my friends had lost their.