Another MilkingThe dogs run the herd back to the dorm, Miss Margie casually strolling along behind. In reaching the building, the level of abject male submission shows as there is complete silence, the lax rules of pasture time ending, and each donor prances to his assigned both and humbly positions himself kneeling, thighs well parted, tummy down on the short benches.
In time Miss Beth joins me, her presence uplifting my emotional state after the trying hours of exhibiting myself in the pasture... forced male on male oral adoration. Not given permission, I do not speak, instead watching as best I can as the sheerness of her attire splendorously flaunts her fine femininity.
So young... yet convoking such awe, respect and fondness.
Stepping out of view behind, the disappointment of my vi
