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Milkers
Soon enough, Carrie was indeed pregnant. Woody and Jethro fixed a thick metal pipe that ran to the upstairs kitchen and bedrooms. Carrie slept with Clovis most nights, and he seeded her pussy almost every night. During the day, she was required to cook and clean for the family.
"C'mere, heifer," Clovis ordered. Carrie dutifully knelt and crawled over to him. Clovis took out his coffee cup. "I want some milk for the coffee."
Carrie took his coffee and started to crawl over to the fridge.
"No, bitch. I want your milk," Clovis said sharply. Carrie looked down at her swollen breasts and belly, and obediently started to squeeze her breast, until droplets of milk started to drip into the coffee. Everyone watched her, spellbound. Finally, Clovis dismissed her.
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