Somewhere underneath, Bambi and Sara hated us.And we loved it.Work, meanwhile, turned from something dreaded and irritating to something satisfying an... even fun. I, of course, moved up in salary and position (complete with my own medium-sized office) and I was given the very important job of personally handling the Jacobson account, one the richest (and most influential) families in the country. I played golf with Gerald Jacobson, the head of the family, every month and I helped "entertain" his. For some tasks like plowing, it did the same work as two or even more men and all it ate was grass. And, if times got bad, the cow could always be eaten. A farm with a cow was more productive than one without a cow, and the difference was far more than the cost of a single cow when we were buying dozens of them at a time on the mainland. It was a cheap way to improve everyone’s lives. Besides, the cows made wonderful fertilizer for the vegetable gardens.Between the improved plowing, the other. Kelly sat down and we played it cool with each other. I asked Kelly if she was okay.She said, “yeah, just a little sore.”I went back to the cute little thing. This gal was done up all in black. A snap-crotch long-sleeve turtleneck bodysuit, black knee socks, black ballet slippers, ears attached to a headband and a black tutu. And her nose was black, along with a couple of whiskers drawn on her face. She was a ‘dancing kitty.’I’ll save all of the gory details and give a quick summary: Boyfriend. Wave after wave of pleasure raced through my body and made me shake and jerk. Cordelia never stopped licking me, holding onto my hips and pressing her lips tightly against my wet, clenching pussy. The knowledge that her perfect, beautiful lips were coated by my juices set me off again, and then I came once more when she started to finger-fuck me hard. I think I screamed, but I couldn’t be sure. Orgasmic waves washed over me again and again, robbing me of all sense of time and space. I had to.