"You are beautiful too," she earnestly told me. "Last night was unbelievable. I never knew sex could be like that. It was so intense." Then she turned... and started walking again. "Is it always like that?" she asked over her shoulder.I smiled sagely and nodded. But the depth of the previous night's passion had startled me too.Later I sat in the shallow pool. Jennifer had insisted a proper slave girl should always bathe her master. I was staring, mesmerized by the movement of a neatly trimmed. She was wearing a slutty black dress all fancied up and i could see cleavage. Apparently she was on her way to a function and came over to bring some of the food she made for me. She put it on the counter and was about to leave when i nervously said "Why dont you come upstairs for a bit"She walked with me up to my room. She was in front of me, and i looked at her ass moving left to right as she climbed the stairs.We sat in my room and she told me "Let's talk. You can talk to me about anything". .." I chuckled and shook my head, pointing Karen down the hall toward the dungeon. When she'd entered my work area, I positioned her below the hooks. "Stand there. Spread your legs shoulder-width apart." I collected my rope and handed her a loop that represented the center of it. "Hold this," I directed. "I want to see your bellybutton through the opening." I then took my two sizeable bundles of rope and passed them between her legs and up the crack of her ass, then over her shoulders and back. They would always come up to the fence if you were out looking at them, then lose interest and go back to eating.Mom made the observation, "Your cow is just about to calve, isn't she? Here's hoping you get a heifer to raise for another milk cow. If you keep this up, you'll need a bigger milking parlor. You might even want electric milkers." Hopefully, that won't happen, Mom. If the health department catches me selling dairy products, I might be in trouble. I don't sell any unpasteurized milk.