I knew that her heart was not in it any more and despite my affection for her and her still being in love with me as her farmer I know it was time to ...cquire new stock.She was paraded and milked. The crowd were transfixed at her quality. But, the last bull covering had prolonged the evening well beyond schedule and the auction handlers had been keen to speed things up. Their haste meant that the bull was far from recovered by the time his part in the auction display was due. He was dragged out. I stepped into the bathroom and by force of habit I closed the door behind me.|Click| It locked behind me. Of course.||TRAINING ENGAGED|| Intoned a voice from a speaker in the ceiling. ||LEVEL 2, CLEANING||"That's just great," I muttered to myself. I sat on the toilet and did my business. It flushed automatically.When I opened the shower door, I stopped short. There was no water nozzle, no faucet or hot and cold controls.Instead, there was a rack.That's the only possible description. It was a. “Harder,” she gasped, “fuck me harder.” That briefly experienced sadistic streak I’d discovered the other day raged within me and I plunged my fingers into her with furious piston-like efficiency. An uncultivated wildness overtook me as I saw she was about to come and I firmly bit the inside of her thigh before sucking hard on her clit. I felt the muscles around my fingers clamp down and pushed my tongue as far as it would go into her cunt so I could feel her essence bath it as her orgasm. When I got to the hotel the next day I immediately opened my suitcase and took out all my potential looks for the evening. After a shower and putting on my makeup I decided on my total black sheer slut look. I slipped on a black bustier that pushes up my tits put on a cut out lacy bra black garter belt and some sheer black panties. I opened the window shades and posed for a bit before grabbing some old school seamed black stockings. I love to put my legs up on a chair as I roll the thigh highs.