About one agonizing hour later, Farmer Easton came to my pen. "Good morning, beautiful cow," he said.
I perked up as I saw him approach, moving to the edge of the wooden gate.
"It looks like your car will be an easy fix," Easton said.
"What?" I blinked.
With all the pleasure and new experiences, I'd forgotten completely about my car being broken down. "Oh, right," I said.
To be honest, I didn't give a f**k about the car right now. I needed someone to satisfy the heat burning between my legs. I needed a good f*****g followed by a thorough milking. That was all I cared about.
"Did Henry tell you about my milk production?" I asked.
Easton's mouth twitched with a grin. "Yes, he did. You are delicious, my sweet cow."
I blushed with pride. "Thank you, sir!"
Easton chuckled, patting me o
