By the time the milk had been drained and the machine had stopped pumping, Daisy was in a complete daze. She had slumped over and one hand was resting against her inner thigh, twitching upwards every now and then, desperate to start pleasuring herself. She resisted the urge and curled her hand into a fist.<br/><br/>It wouldn’t be long now until she met the bulls (and oh how she hoped they were nice!) and her needs could wait until then. It would be all the sweeter if she was really hot for it.<br/><br/>With a soft groan, she sat up and removed herself from the machine, leaning sideways to pick up her top and pull it back over her head. She tried to fluff her hair up a bit before leaving the room but she still looked like she’d just had her tits milked and she figured nobody would mind.<br/><br/>When she entered the social, she lifted her hand in greeting. “Um, hi,” she offered, cheeks flushing and then hurried over towards the food, needing something to focus on other than muscular men with huge dicks, one of which might be inside her at some point in the future.<br/><br/>“Oh man, I can’t believe I have to give up sugar,” she said and stared despondently at the food on offer, bypassing the carrot and celery sticks and picking up a mince lettuce cup that dribbled juice onto her fingers. She downed the canapé quickly and licked her fingers clean one at a time.