In shock Kris stood and watched his receding back, hardly daring to believe his eyes."Lion?"The big man with his powerful shoulders stopped and turned..."Tiger," he smiled broadly, spreading his arms, "I thought you might have forgotten me," Kris leapt toward him and was enveloped in a tight embrace, "I certainly didn't forget you my little cat."They walked together down the pier, weaving amongst the happy couples and families going home with their kids now it was evening. Teenagers hung around. On Valentine’s Day, I lost my friends (suckers!) who were single like me. My single friends fell into the swamp of relationship. Ever since then, all they did was chat with their respective girlfriends. They would exchange their intimate pleasantries via a phone call, video call, text message, face-to-face meeting, etc. During their conversation, I was sidetracked because I was not one of them.During such times, I could only let out my frustration by masturbating multiple times looking at women. I felt so strange, so beautiful with my huge bossom, swaying as I walked around all day doing the chores. There was allways an aroma of warm milk surrounding me due to my lactating breasts, the sweet aroma of warm motherly milk. Everytime I got the bucket to fill, I felt so animalic, so hot, it might sound crazy to you, but I felt like I was a cow. Ready to be mated with any bull, then producing milk every day for hungry mouths she gave birth to... I think my sons quit drinking ordinary milk,. Any signs of it would have landed us in another humiliating punishment, so we all didn’t look at each other. After around 30 minutes, we heard some footsteps, and the sound was increasing. It meant that they were coming into our room. There were 12 chairs and soon 11 of them were occupied.I tried to search for the queen, and it seems that she was not there. At some time, another lady entered the room, which I thought could be queen. All other ladies stood and then sat after the queen had taken.