John's commands took hold immediately, and very powerfully.
As Salma dropped to her hands and knees, she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
She let out a whimpering 'moo' as if begging for attention. John did say she would really only want two things - to be milked and bred.
John knelt down and grabbed her large, heavy tits, giving her nipples a tug. Her eyes rolled up in pleasure.
"Mmmmmoooooooo..." She moaned, her breathing becoming heavier, as a small stream of milk dribbled from her nipples.
"That's a good girl, Bessie" John said as he tugged her nipples harder.
"MOOOOO!" She cried out as a powerful blast of milk collided with the ground.
He reached behind her, feeling her pussy. It was soaking wet. As his finger stroked it, Salma froze up, her breathing increasing in sharpness.
"You want to be bred, don't you girl?" He purred.
"Moooooooo..." Salma sighed, her pussy lips tightening around his finger at his question
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