I take you by the hand right out of the shower. You don’t protest. I lead you toward the living room sit you in a chair and tell you what I am... going to do..... You get up to stop me but I over power you and push you over the chair and tie your hands and feet to the chair, ass up. I proceed to take my clothes off and you see that I am very well developed, nice definition. You look down between my legs and see that I have a large hard-on. I move it close to you and rub it all over. "I should do you first," Regan clarified. "That way, you know, you can make sure I'm ready. Can I do you?" Like I'm ever going to turn that down!" Andy said."Yeah," Regan agreed. "Like the day is going to come when I say, 'Andy, I don't want you to go down on me.'"The couple chuckled."This is what Anne meant when she said things were going to be weird no matter what," Regan said."Oh, crap!" Andy replied. "The last thing I need to think about right now is my grandmother." I think I have a way to. The last batch went faster; maybe they were working better together. Sloan helped Annie clean and put away the milking equipment while Spencer finished cleaning out the milking parlor.“There, done till 4:00” Sloan said wiping his brow.“Done with the milking,” Annie added, “there’s a lot more work to do.”“Like what?” Sloan asked.“Well for starters, I need to check the refrigerator to make sure the milk is being cooled to 36 degrees. There is some computer work after each milking to log gallons. I let out a low moan, my imagination running wild, visions of the two of them circling me like predators, wielding crops, striking out without warning, pain flaring through me until I couldn’t take it anymore and climaxed before both of them; Mrs. and Mr. Vandermeer.“No, please don’t make me,” I whispered, but my body had already betrayed me, or should I say my pussy had. I could sense drops of pearlescent arousal forming like dewdrops on my cunt lips.“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to make.