What does Madam Fletcher intend?
The milking process
'Aahhh, Ahhh.' Josh squirmed in his restrains as he felt the vacuum pull on his cock. They were really milking him!
'please, I can't, I, I... Aaaaahhh.' The suction began increasing even stronger. It really hurt.
After what seemed like an eternity, the machine finally stopped. His penis felt numb. He needed to get out of here right now.
'How peculiar.' Madam Fletcher had been watching him struggle the whole 'It's as if you've never been milked before.'
'I haven't. Please, you have to let me go.'
'Stop talking cow!' Fletcher brushed away Joshs sweaty hair and looked him deep in the eyes.
'Now, what to do with a cow that won't give milk.'
