“„Age?“„Twenty two years, Miss.“„Thank you, Overseer Vane, you may go.“The Overseer took a key from her belt, unfastened the ring and re...moved it with the chain. Then, after a brief bow, she left.For a few moments, Karena stood silent, looking upon the kneeling figure. Her first male slave. It was wonderful to know that she now owned this masculine flesh. That she could use it as she wished; do what she liked with it. There certainly was something to be said for reaching the age of sixteen!. Looking down and seeing my throbbing crotch pressed up against her ass felt completely euphoric; I had never felt that way before – a complete a****listic, primal urge came over me, adrenaline was pumping through my body, I began to have strong sexual thoughts, thinking about bending her over, force fucking her and shooting my sperm deep in her MILF Latina pussy. I wanted it, I need it – I needed to cum.To this day, I’m really shocked I got away with this, both her not really doing or saying. The guys usually were a bit awkward getting started. The key was identifying the big talker and start on him. They were always too embarrassed to back out. I remember this night like it was yesterday. I walked naked to the mini bar for a drink, bent over at the hips and flashed my cunt at the watching guys while I chose my drink. I went and sat on the bed next to the loud mouth. “You can’t fuck me like that” I said, and unzipped his jeans to release his cock. I giggled and went. He told her they had an automatic milker, but he liked milking, and it seemed to keep the animals’ content.Bray knelt beside her and showed her how to grip the teats, so her thumb stripped the milk from them as she pulled on them the right way to get the milk to flow. He told her to occasionally bump the udder to get the camies (their girl name for the camla) to let down more milk.After a couple of tries, she worked out the rhythm. She was soon happily milking the animal. Bray set up at another.