The story I read in bed todaywas very heavy on the lactation ? that was the main theme. The womansigns a contract to become the sub and her Dom turns...her into a cow. Brands her ass and milks her. Uses milking machines aswell as manual stimulation. She stays on all fours most of thetime once she becomes his property so the author describes her big tits hangingdown and huge, brown elongated teats (nipples) as her developmentprogresses. He brings in a male stud to impregnate her with the plan. I tell him it is okay, I am at the very front seat and sitting there killing time by flipping channels on the tv, he comes and sits by me and we talk softly he brings out a bottle of vodka and makes me a drink, he says he would get into trouble if they smelled alcohol on his breath, I told him it was okay, I finish my drink and we r talking that other gentleman in the cabin was fast asleep and was not bothered by our talk, he makes me another drink and I ask him if he was wanting to get me. Or if you were you wouldn’t admit it, but ... well, it would be really bad if you tried anything. But you must think I’m awfully suspicious to even bring it up. ‘What kind of a guy does she take me for?’ he wonders. Oh, gee. My words get all mixed up sometimes.”He thought he saw a bit of pinkness on her cheek as she looked down. He had had hopes of trying something, but not anything against her will. But her speech made it sound like bedding her was not very likely today.“It’s OK,” he said. He. ’ Being just six at the time I had always been analytical in everything I did. When it came to difficult problems be it school or just in life its self I always tended to list out in my head or on paper the steps to solve the problem. I guess you could call me a young nerd. But this time it was difficult to just think. With tears in my eyes I spoke up and said something dumb. ‘Your not going to hate me for being an *Indian bastard* like Randy said, are you Dad?’ He was instantly around the.