William Knoff - POOL/GARDEN with Cherri, And Friends<br/><br/>The other two women had collected their dogs, and wandered off.  I gave them each a wave, and promised to meet up with them again at the milking shed.  With a light tug on her leash, I brought Cherri back to my side.  I spent ten minutes, instructing her in the simpler commands.  How to 'stand', knees apart, front paws in line with her back legs, and below her shoulders.  How to heel, how to walk, either in front of me, so I could enjoy the lovely sight of her undulating bare bottom as we strolled the grounds.  How to Kneel Up, paws behind her, at the small of her back.  While I had her in that position, I checked her breasts.  Very warm, and tight, almost hard.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.nudist-resorts.org/talk/data/mountainman/2007919195643_my%20nude%20pics%20plus%202007%20687.jpg)</div><br/><strong>"I know girl, your tits are hurting.  We'll take care of that soon."</strong><br/><br/>We made two slow circuits around the pool, keeping to the grass, while Cherri figured out for herself the easiest, least jarring way to walk on all fours.  We passed by one rather red faced gentleman who had Trudi, the Club's lovely chocolate brown afghan bitch, straddled across his waist.  I slowed, as we passed him, and studied Cherri's reaction to this simple, casual, and out in the open fucking.  Then led her back around past the trees we'd been under earlier, and into the milking shed.  Almost always a noisy, and busy place, fully half the stalls were occupied by bitches in various stages of being milked.  One was even being mounted at the same time by a rather large dog, a smartly dressed couple standing behind them, watching approvingly.<br/><br/>Renée was down toward the far end, Candy already in her stall, tits cupped, and the steady ka-thwack ka-thwack of the milking machine working rhythmically to empty her swollen breasts.  I gave Renée a wave, and led Cherri to the stall beside Candy.<strong>"Up you go, you'll feel better soon."</strong>I led her into the stall, and bound her carefully, guiding her with my hands, and gentle words of encouragement.  The milking stalls could be rather intimidating to new puppies, but once they had been thoroughly milked for the first time, they almost always looked forward to repeat visits.  I accepted the offered swab from the attendant, and cleaned Cherri's nipples, and aureole, and applied the cups.  With a nod, the attendant flicked the switch for her stall, and the machine started up noisily, the sudden increase in vacuum drawing her nipples further into the cups.<br/><br/>I moved behind my puppy, and lifted her platform a couple of feet, bringing her bottom within easy reach.  I gave her split wet sex a few caressing strokes, then plunged a finger between her plump, soaked lips, and idly teased her clit, watching her face in the mirror in front of her, curious as to how she would react.  Which, if the conversion lab had done it's work properly, would be immediate.<br/><br/>