She tries to process what just happened

Vanessa's heart rate began to slow down, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of arousal and embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had just been used like that. The thought of someone being able to see her breasts like that as use them as their playtoy was humiliating.

But the complete anonymity of the situation brought on weird feelings Vanessa had never really experienced before. She felt her crotch tingle in a way that was completely new to her. As she sat there, her mind raced with the thought of what might happen next. Despite the embarrassment, there was something about the anonymous encounter that left her curious. Besides, this was only the first one in many more to come? How many? Vanessa couldn't possibly know. She didn't even know how long the man was in the booth. There was no clock anywhere to be seen. The encounter could have taken anything from five to fifteen minutes for all Vanessa knew.

The thought of more people using her in this way was both terrifying and exhilarating. His musing were interrupted when she heard the chair next to her rattle violently. Vanessa suddenly remembered that she wasn't alone on the cow side of the booths. She turned her head and saw the cow next to her being used very roughly, grunts along the lines of "take that bitch" carried over from the other side. Vanessa's first "customer" had been very gentle with her. She realized not everyone was going to behave as gentlemanly. As Vanessa continued to process the events of her first encounter, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. The thought of more men using her in the same way, some of them potentially rougher than the first one, filled her with trepidation.

Feeling the cool air on her breasts, Vanessa took a deep breath as she tried to steady herself for what might come next. The chair beside her continued to rattle violently as she heard grunts from the other side of the curtain. Vanessa turned her head again, this time to look at the face of her next door neighbor. The human cow's expression was completely blank, despite of her breasts being used very roughly. "Guess she's used to it. Will I get used to it?" Vanessa pondered. As Vanessa began to wonder about her own ability to become desensitized to the situation, she heard the door to the booth creak open once again.