<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)</div><br/>While the pot and bourbon was making her loose and happy, it didn’t assist her judgement.<br/><br/>“Too bad we don’t have a machine,” she continued with a snicker. “Bet those nipples would get nice and fat. Make her moo in no time.”<br/><br/>When Mark blew her a kiss, she did as well in return, ending it by running her tongue over her fingers.<br/><br/>How to entertain themselves with their new toy? Their normal course of action would be to have her choke on Marcs cock while Jackie had four fingers up the slut’s cunt while she whispered what a dirty whore she was. Whether the girl in question was willing or not didn't much matter.<br/><br/><em>“"Nooooo, please I am not some....farm animal on my father's farm. I don't want to be milked. I don't have any milk anyway. Please just take what my father can afford to pay and release me. I've told you he isn't rich. I am not trying to BS you. It's the truth...I swear it....You gotta believe me!"<br/></em><br/>Unwilling then.<br/><br/>“You’re not? Could have fooled me. Look at those udders. Bet you could feed an army.”<br/><br/><em>"Goddamn, babe, you look all clean. Makes me want to get you less clean."</em><br/><br/>She looked back to Marc and leered.<br/><br/>“Go wash up, you bad bad boy. Come join us when you’re done.”<br/><br/>Her pronouncement made, she sashayed to Jasmine and crawled up her length, stopping in to look her in the eyes. Her breasts swaying against the aforementioned udders, the nipples just brushing. She settled her hands just over Jasmines shoulders and sank a thigh between her legs, nudging them apart and hitching up her dress.<br/><br/>“We need some girl time,” she told Marc, her eyes never leaving Jasmine’s as she spit in her face.