Light streamed in from somewhere overhead as she struggled to focus her eyes. When she could make out the high ceiling of the their bedroom she looke... over to where Ben was laying. He was propped up on one elbow smiling at her. It took her a few moments to realize where she was. Just then she heard the sound that woke her.“Bad dream honey?” Ben asked quietly. She looked slightly confused at first then her expression softened.“Something woke me up.” She said sleepily as if she hadn’t heard. "She wiped her sweating forehead with her forearm: "Men -- and even women -- are infatuated with busty women. But when I can't nurse, my body pays the price. "Could be worse." After two weeks, I'm panting, and my back is cramped. That's the burden of feeding." She seemed exhausted and weak. "The milk flows like a dozen water-pistols. It's hilarious. All the ranchers would pay me to spray into their drunken mouths, a half-foot away." Makes me want to own a ranch." She sighed. "Without a. Of course I cannot guarantee Rob here will let you step through those gates.”Again, Janice looks to Page and then over her shoulder toward the gates. The woman wants to leave. She doesn’t want to be here. But the thought of death or something far worse, like torture, keep her still. Page looks at the woman in charge and Rob. Both now have wolfish smiles on their faces. It’s unclear which they would like the woman to do. Page figures either outcome would be satisfactory for them.Cate reaches out. The door opened. "Hi, Mr. Somers," Jennifer said. She wasn't in a swimsuit, nor her bra and panties, but something almost as enticing. She was wearing a sleeveless, pink crop top that obviously didn't have a bra underneath. There was about an acre of bare skin below her top and then a pair of hip hugging shorts that stopped soon after they began. There was no doubt as to the length of Jen's legs."Hi, Jennifer, I was wondering if we could talk," Robert said with a pleasant smile. He was pleased.