Use her as a Cow

You took cups from her shelf, and strung her across your lap, her breasts hanging over the cup. You squeezed her breasts as hard as you possibly could, and milk blasted into the cup.

"Aaaah!!! Aaaaah!!!" Anne moaned.

Every time the cup was filled, you drank it all and **** her to keep milking.

This lasted for hours, and soon, your gut couldn't drink any more of Anne's incredibly sweet breast milk.

You released her, she slapped you, put her now torn dress back on, and banished you from her shop forever. As you left, you saw Anne massaging her pulsing, lactating, tits. She gave a final glance at you, and snapped her fingers. Piranha plants. Everywhere.

They shot up from the ground, and bit at you. They wouldn't stop.