I stooped down and lavished her exposed asshole with my tongue, darting it in and out fiercely, then, clamping my mouth over her entire brown area, an... sucking the life out of her. “That’s it! Here I go!” she yelled, and I held my lip lock on her, as she got up on her tiptoes and let her little girl juices pour out, drenching the black toy and my hand. Just as her slender jerking body movements began to subside, the buzzer sounded on the oven. The pizza was done, and so were we, at least. I also had a hook set up in the roof so we could hang the tails and not get lashed to death with it swinging back and forth. We would also have to cut the horns down so we could know which ones we were milking. I made an area where we could hold the milk in pails and an area where someone could dump the pails into the milk cans. Finally, I made a storage area for the filled cans. We would pick everything up after milking and bring it up here for cleaning and cooling the milk. I also had an area. There's no shade now. I move into the mud because it's cooler. As noon comes the mud and I begin to dry out. I'm getting hot and tired. I'm thirsty. I start drinking the piss water.Another hour or so I get hungry. I eat a couple a bites but I don't like it. So I stop. A little while later I ate a couple more bites. I still don't like it. A little while later I ate some more.Mid afternoon. He comes out and fucks my face. He grabs my head and shoves it down my throat. He forces his gunt onto my. After the photoshoots, I would promptly send all the pictures to Blake, who would make lewd comments about her. He would tell me that she was a slut that was ready to be owned by him, how he would spank her and fill her with his black seed. Part of me knew that as a husband it was my responsibility to protect her, but another part of me jerked off furiously to the idea.Finally, we arranged the real night. I once again dressed Kathy to Blake's desire. This time it was in a short skirt but no.