Crazy bitch. But I didn’t react. I usually do because I’m sick of taking shit from her, but I wasn’t going to ruin my plan before I even set it ...n motion. I hoped she’d be satisfied that she landed a hit, and would leave it at that. I should have known better than to hope for anything. She clawed at me and scratched my left cheek. It bled some, but it won’t leave a scar, unlike the time she tried to stab me. Thank fuck she was drunk then, too, and ended up slashing my upper arm instead of. From our sandbox years to our teenage years, we hung together. Sally always told us when we got older she would marry us both. We didn't know any better since we were kids. Once we got into high school, Sally started dating Dave. I wasn't sure what to do, so I didn't hang with them as much. I felt like the third wheel even though Sally tried to keep the three of us together.I started dating other girls myself but none met the standard of Sally. I guess it was the puppy love that we all go. He tightened it down and then led me out with the lead.So that was my routine for the next 5 months. Milking twice a day. A diet of oats, corn and on occasion a salad of some sort that tasted like grass and clover. My breasts were becoming more and more like cow udders. They would be all big a swollen in the mornings and after milking the would hang down to my waist like two deflated pendulous balloons. My nipples stayed long from the constant sucking, growing to almost 6 inches long. I was. He said he always wondered what they looked like and often fantasized about playing with them while stroking his cock. What started as a quest for an extra discount was now a craving hunger for me and my needy mouth. My pussy was very wet, the fact that I verbally shared with Barry in my most seductive voice. With full access to his cock, I continued to lick. Licking from his balls up to his cockhead and back down again. Barry arched his back. As he did, I took the opportunity to slide my index.