The pointed ears showing from her head gave him the impression of maybe one of the legendary elves, but he couldn’t be sure. He thought they had pal... skin and sparkled in light. Now that he thought of it, that seemed a ridiculous image compared to the woman in the room, who seemed to be twirling and dancing to the melody that still enthralled Garen’s ears, and wafting a faint pink fume about the room that equally took his scent. Who was this woman? She wore a black robe while she twirled and. From her look, she had something on her mind.I asked her what was on her mind, and she told me that she had been thinking about Jim, the man I had seen her with the other day. She told me how wet she was getting just thinking about him coming back for another visit.I told her that I remembered him and how she looked as he slid his big cock into her wet pussy. As I said this, I reached down and touched her pussy, and she was soaking wet.I said she could call him and have him come over this. Her high cheekbones held a gorgeous smile and tucked under her hat were elegant pigtails. She looked at the camera with a sweet yet devilish grin and twinkle in her eye when she spoke in a soft Oklahoma accent."Welcome to the Milking Parlor, I'm Janine and this will be your new home at D.E.E. When you are in your milking box and producing our product, you report to me, and you will live in this milking box for 6 1/2 days out of the week around the clock to meet production. My cowgirls and I. “I want you to be my slut,” he said, looking into my eyes.I was stunned by his words but somehow he knew I was a good girl who wanted to be bad. He knew I wanted raw animalistic sex and he was going to give me that.“You want a man to fuck your brains out like we did this afternoon.”I pushed my pussy harder against him, grinding into his cock. His hand gripped my ass tighter.“I’m right, aren’t I?”‘Maybe,” I said, looking into his eyes, smiling.“You want to let go and be wild and uninhibited,.