It was a pretty good deal.
You'd pay off your debt. And all you had to do was be the personal milker for the moofia.
Just pump those flirty holstaur's breasts and all is forgiven.
Just pump.
Just massage.
Just milk.
And if you happen to taste a bit of the product, that was fine. It's not that addictive.
Not that compelling.
Not that enthralling to poor debtors pressed under those busty babes.
In fact, why not use your mouth? They're not complaining.
Not when you're so good.
So skilled.
So eager to milk the boss and her sisters.
And well... maybe you don't need to quit once you paid your debt.
Maybe you like working under those bovine beauties.
Maybe you can't get enough of cream.
Of milk.
Of being theirs.
So, yeah. Maybe you will stay on. Just... for a bit.
No harm in it.
No harm in being a good milker... for moostress...