I put an ad on Craigslist, seeking a shaven twink to service me regularly in one of the unused bathrooms behind the dorms.I got a reply later that day..., and arranged a meetup for midnight that night. My roommate was asleep as I crept out of the room with nothing on but my gym shorts and a t shirt. On the way I checked my email to find a message saying that he was waiting for me ass up and lubed, and I should knock four times and he would let me in. My heart was pumping hard and fast as the blood. A few hours later, I received a delightful response from him. The next day we continued to text. I wanted to meet this guy and I asked him if we could meet that evening. He said he could, and I felt panicked with a mix of nerves, excitement, and horniness. It didn’t slow me down any. I wore a cute little outfit composed of a pair of skin-tight jeans, a tank top and scarf to match, no bra, and a denim jacket. I wore my hair down over my shoulders, and I went sparingly on the makeup. A few hours. "Working here for an extended period of time has some side effects on a woman, and I take personal responsibility to keep my cows fat and juicy. Welcome to the farm."The camera's image on the tablet computer screen next showed Daryl the milking stalls getting hosed down and cleaned after a few man-cows had been taken out for scrub-downs and massages. The women herding the men around were a very diverse group of races, ethnicities, ages, hair colors and body types, though they all were chosen. Arnie heard Mort's voice in his head. "Jackpot! Told ya there'd be great food." Stop that!" Arnie said out loud. He turned to Antonio. "Not you. I, uh, thought I felt something brush against me." Arnie giggled slightly as Antonio continued opening the champagne. "You don't have to shout, kid." Mort continued standing right next to him. "Just think about what you want to say. One of the perks of the job, I can hear your thoughts." Mort turned to another table with a beautiful brunette. "But.