Costume changes and options for drinking milk

Lauren returned her attention to the notebook and began to write.

Old rule: all women who work in a cafeteria, bar or any place where food is served, must be in topples. The gowns you wear should not cover her breasts.

She looked up for a second to see that girl was naked from the waist up and the robe was open over her breasts.

Old rule: female employees must offer customers their own milk if they wish.

Lauren looked up and smiled at the cambric, who came over with the glass.

"Here you go, it's from a very good company ... unless you want my milk."

Lauren could tell that the girl was not very comfortable with that idea. Sure, it was a rule, but that did not mean that she liked her, but that did not matter to her, she finally had the opportunity to fulfill her fantasies, and she that she would do her.

"I'd like to taste your milk" she said with a smile, trying to hide her lust from her.

"Of course" the girl said with a very sigh, apparently used to it. "Wait here while I go to the kitchen to prepare it."

As she turned around, Lauren frowned, that wasn't what she wanted. She took the Rulebook and wrote a new rule.

Old rule: if the client asks to taste an employee's milk, she must milk her breasts in front of him or her.

The girl continued on her way, something that made Lauren confused, but then she came back with a new glass from the ones on the bar. The redhead gave a little sneaky laugh, of course she would do that, she wouldn't give her milk in a glass that still had coffee in it. The barista stood next to her and got ready to milk herself, putting the glass right in front of her nipple and began to squeeze her tit. Her milk came out right away, and Lauren watched with lust as her right hand squeezed her right breast and pinched her nipple. Unable to take it anymore, she grabbed the notebook, and before writing, a mischievous thought came to her mind, smiling.

New rule: if a client requests it, she can drink the milk directly from the source, that is, breastfeeding the nipple. Therefore, there are several waitresses to stay at the tables that requested this service.

Lauren looked up, seeing that the girl was going about her business, and she smiled.

"Hey, I'd like to try it straight from the source."

The girl stared at her for a second without understanding, and when she did, her face turned red. Embarrassedly, she put the glass down and leaned a little closer, allowing Lauren to move closer to her and grab the lower part of her right breast with her hand and put her mouth on her juicy nipple. She began to suck, tasting the magnificent taste of milk, feeling it get hard in her mouth, but the girl held her ground. When she raised her hand to caress her other breast, the clerk stopped her.

"You can only drink my milk, you can't do more."

Frowning, Lauren took a moment to write.

New rule: female employees must let clients massage their breasts.

The girl stopped complaining but her face was still red as tomato. Since she was there, Lauren decided to write one last thing.

Old rule: unless the women are feeding their children, being milked is a very strong sexual stimulus. The nipples are incredibly sensitive and if they are subjected to constant milking or fondling, they can reach orgasm.

Once satisfied, Lauren returned to the chest, smiling amused when she felt the girl moan with pleasure, trying to hide it. She heard other moans, and as she turned, trying to keep her mouth on her nipple, she saw a couple breastfeed another employee at the same time, who had the legs shaking and her head looking up. Smiling, she focused even more on her breast, savoring the milk that, at her stimulation, came out under pressure, and feeling the milk under her hand on her left breast. The girl gasped one last time before giving a cry of ecstasy as she climaxed.

Lauren looked down and saw a small dark spot on the skinny, tight pants she was wearing, still smiling with the nipple in her mouth. She pulled away from her, giving one last lick, causing a shiver in the girl, and indicated that she could go. She watched her walk with her legs shaking, still recovering from her orgasm, and she focused on that fantastic notebook. Her first year in college was going to be very, very interesting.