With her first big test out of the way, Amanda now must convince Jeffrey, the Hucow farmer, that she is worthy of joining his farm. She must let every single Cowboy on the farm have his way with her and win their approval. Today’s roundup is Dave, a nineteen-year-old farmhand who is new to the farm. Will he take her hard and without protection? What will she have to do to win him over? What will become of her expose’ on the farm?
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The next evening, I was able to track down this Hucow farmer, Jeffrey. I learned a lot about him in talking to some of the other Hucows who lived there. Apparently, he was a very rich, wealthy man who owned and operated a series of Hucow farms throughout the state. These all operated under the nose of the local authorities.
Most of the women were nice. Some came from broken homes, others found themselves wanting something more out of life than they were currently getting. All but one of the women were satisfied with how everything was going. Yes, they were forcibly milked and had to mate with several men - sometimes daily, but overall they expressed no desire to leave or go back to their former life.
I kept meticulous notes as I still wanted to present my findings to my boss. Maybe I'd win an award or a pay-raise or something.READ MORE
I made a few calls about Jeffrey, the rich Hucow farm owner. Apparently, he also owned a local gang that smuggled women in to his farms where he would talk them into giving up their former lives and becoming Hucows.
I was able to track down some of his business associates and found that he was a very ruthless businessman who always got what he wanted. I was half wanting to knock him off his perch a peg and half fearing that if I tried, I would be the one in jeopardy.
So it was with some trepidation that I entered his office for an "interview" for a Hucow spot. Apparently, they were so coveted that they actually had to turn prospective clients away.
What I was not expecting was a very handsome, well-groomed twenty-something with deep, caring blue eyes, short black hair and a very affable smile. He melted my heart in just one glance and I instantly felt like a schoolgirl on her first date.
"You've been snooping," he said as he looked up from his laptop and peered over his glasses. It was not a question.
"Yes...I have," I admitted, shivering half from fear and half from lust.
"Care to explain?" He folded his hands together, interlocking his fingers.
I moved forward and sat in a chair in front of him. My God, I felt like I was talking to the principal - a very handsome, hunky principal. I was nervous, extremely nervous. I realized that being honest was probably my only chance to get out of this unscathed.
"I'm a reporter," I admitted. "For the local newspaper."
"Go on," he said, staring at me.
I felt my breasts begin to leak milk onto my shirt. They were heavy, completely full and ached. I needed release in a bad way. "Well, I was going to do an expose on the farm. You know --"
"But you've decided against that," he said with a cold look in his eyes. I pressed my legs together as his dominant aura was seriously getting me wet. I wanted him to bend me over the table and fuck me like a naughty cow.
"I said," he sneered as he rose and came over to me, "that you've decided against that." He paused for dramatic effect. "That's not a question."
I gulped. "Yes, sir!" I realized that he'd won. He was that good.COLLAPSE