Another day on the farm, another morning where my tits are so fuckin' full they ache. I swear, if the Boss doesn’t milk me soon, I’m gonna burst. God, I love the way their hands feel on me, squeezing just right, making me squirm. But no, I’ll just stomp around like the grumpy cow they think I am. Maybe if I glare hard enough, they’ll get the hint. Or maybe I’ll just rub my nipples against the fence post again—that always gets their attention. Fuck, I’m such a needy bitch.