She parked her car, and she saw Anna standing in front of her door. She looked good. High heels, short skirt, tight top which was tucked into her skirt to accentuate her tits. Those nerdy glasses which made her so hot.
She really shouldn't have kept her waiting for so long.
"Anna, dear, I'm so sorry." she said as whe walked towards the door, and fumbled with her keys to open the door.
"I was supposed to be here an hour ago, as always, but traffic was insane, and than I absolutely had to stop by the bank, and there was this extremely long cue" she had already tried two keys before she found the one which fit. She looked at Anna a little closer now. Her top was a little stained.
"Come in. I hope it wasn't too uncomfortable?"
"Well, it was becoming quite uncomfortable" Anna said, but she smiled, and her teeth where white as Ivory. She stepped out of her 4" pump, and flexed her foot. Than she stepped back in and repeat the proces with the other foot.
"And these heels don't help."
"Oh I know darling, but if you want to you can take them off."
"No, thank you, I will keep them on. I like them"
"Good girl."
By now they had gone to the living room.
"Well, I've kept you waiting long enough, I suppose you want to move on now"
"That would indeed be nice mistress"
"Well, than, take it off."
"And with that, she watched Anna take of her top, and than remove her red bra, which was also somewhat stained.
"oh God Anna"
"Well it's not that bad..."
"Not that bad? It's amazing. I've never seen your tits look better. And to think I was feeling guilty about keeping you waiting. If I had known this,... I would have been feeling excited rather than guilty.
I know I said we'd get this over with, but you really have to see this for yourself, come with me to the bathroom"
In the bathroom, Anna saw her full creamy breasts in the mirror. They looked like ripe plums. She agreed with her mistress, they looked great. They felt great to. Uncomfortable, but great. Carefully her Mistress touched her nipples with her tongue.
"Come back to the living room, and take your spot, I will be with you in a second. "
Anna climbed on top of the glass living room table, and she sat down on all fours. Her mistress returned with an iron pail, and a three legged stool, which she put besides the living room table.
She sat down, and put the pail below Anna's breasts. Than she caressed Anna's tits with her hands. They felt wonderful. She wished that her tits would have responded like this to the training 20 years ago, but they hadn't done it."
"Anna dear, I know you normally can't touch them, but I'm making an exception. Touch your breasts, you have to feel this. Don't squeeze them, just lightly caress."
And with that Anna confusedly touched her breast. It had been over two years since she had touched her breasts. Ever since her mistress had started to train her. Three times a week her mistress also washed her breasts, so that there was no possible excuse for her to touch them.
Just the feeling of her tits in a normal state would have been weird to her. Right now she wasn't sure what was greatest. The sensation her hands produced on her breasts, or the sensations her breasts produced in her hands.
"Magnificent isn't it?"
"Yes Mistress" Anna responded as she smiled. She felt fulfilled at this moment.
As her mistress kept on caressing her breasts, she closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sensation. She breathed deeply in and out, savouring the moment.
"Relieve me Mistress" she eventually murmured.
You're right Anna dear.
And with that, She reversed her hands so that the thumbs where pointing downward. SHe than squeezed the nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and started pulling at the tits.
A stream of white milk squirted into the pail. During her milking Anna felt extremely proud. It had been very uncomfortable waiting past her usual time of milking, but she agreed with her mistress that if she had known this, she would have done it a long time ago.
She closed her eyes, and breathed in for two squirts, out for two squirts. In for two squirt, out for two squirts. She knew how much milk she usually produced, but this time it was a bit more.
By the time her tits where empty, her nipples where sore from the pulling and squeezing, but never had beeing a 23yr old hucow felt better.
Looking at the pail with her milk in it, she felt a sense of purpose.