Anna decides its milking time!

Anna released her grasp on Michael's thick cock. She wanted to figure out what he meant by milking. She took a step back, put on her best scouring face (which was objectively just a cute face), and crossed her arms.

"You came here for a milking. And that's just what you're going to get!"

Michael looked at her dumbfounded. As if Anna just said that the sky was blue. Anna meanwhile was waiting for something to happen, with a posture indicating that her words should have prompted some action.

Thinking on her feet, Anna shook her head in mock disappointment. "Umm. Earth to Dildo! Aren't you going to show me how I milk you?"

Now Michael was super confused. Usually Anna was the one to lead everything. Asking him to lead? She must have a fever or something. "Sure Mistress. Uhhh you usually milk me in your garage. In the milking station."

Anna nodded along. "Yes, of course. The milking station.... come with me...uhh...scum!" She was still trying to get used to being dominating. It was so hard because all her memories were of her being meek and shy.

Anna started to walk out of the bathroom and stopped herself. She turned around, grabbed Michael by the cock, and **** him cock first out of the bathroom. Now in the hallway the duo walked towards the garage. Anna released Michael's cock only for a moment to open the door. Once again the heat of the California sun hit her pretty instantly, her garage door being open to the air.

She was about to drag Michael into the garage and suddenly realized he was totally naked and everyone outside would be able to see him! She quickly turned towards the garage door button and slammed it. The mechanism started up and the door slowly lowered. Anna was proud of herself for that one. Still thinking fast!

With the door fully lowered she turned back to Michael and pulled him cock-first into the garage. It was your typical garage. Her VW bug (of course she drove that) was parked in the middle. There were random tools scattered about. Her bike was parked in the corner. And in the opposite corner was her... "What the fuck is that?!"

Anna wasn't sure what it was. It looked like a masseuse table. But there were cushions below it too...on the ground.. And was there a hole in the table? Why would there be a hole there? She was about to ask Michael if he knew what it was when he started to walk towards it. He laid on top face down, scooted forward a little bit, and his cock plopped down through the hole. It was just dangling there in the air, waiting to be jerked.

"Mistress. I'm ready for my milking!"

Anna was a bit in shock. Her lust overcame her earlier in the bathroom, but this was...just weird! It's one thing if it was her hunky co-worker, but this would just be his cock! She wouldn't even be able to see him. Just a cock hanging there!

Just then Anna noticed something next to the table. There were jars. They looked sort of like the jars in her fridge. In face they were exactly like the jars in her....

"Oh my god..."

Michael wasn't kidding when he said he was ready to be milked.