” I probably looked as exhausted as I felt, my face has always shown the world how I feel, whether I want it to or not. “I was worried about you.�...�� “Sorry, I just went to the park.” His frown grew deeper, “I needed to clear my head.” His frown disappeared. He'd obviously been thinking about it a lot too.“What time is he coming?” His tone of voice had changed, now he just sounded wary. “Two o'clock.” “And his instructions?” “I will greet him with a coffee, naked, and you will be in the living. Was it her face? Did she look like somebody I knew twenty years ago, back in college? I couldn’t picture it, because she wasn’t the right age; neither of us were. Like me, she looked to be on the high side of thirty-five, maybe forty; in my opinion, the sexiest age possible for a woman who loved being sexy and wasn’t afraid to advertise it. And she couldn’t help advertising it, no matter what time of day I saw her or what she was wearing. She was a gorgeous woman, and I immediately indulged. As the sensation got more intense she grabbed my balls with her other hand and then it happened I erupted all over her face and had the most amazing orgasm, as we both caught our breath she said “I assume you enjoyed that?” followed by “now it’s my turn” she then took off her thong and backed herself into my dripping cock, grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy which was also starting to get a little juicy! We backed ourselves down onto a leather chair where she sat on my lap, I began to. I could feel my legs quiver at the thought.“I have not only trained the female to be a full time slut and whore but I have now trained the slut to be a cow” my Master stated.“This slut is a milk producing cow slut because I commanded it to be so”, he stated.His bosses seemed impressed. “How did you train it to make milk?” the shorter one asked.“Shit how could you not with tits the size of udders” the fit one said.The men began to laugh as my Master fully exposes my tits. Milk had been leaking.