Chapter 2

  You’re going to come to my room and get milked. You’re my hot little milkmaid after all.” He winks at me, turning away as he drinks down the bottle of my milk.   It’s only then that I get off the wooden surface and run to my room. The tears are streaming down my face.   I slam the bedroom door that’s rickety already. I will not go to him, I will not! I fell asleep crying. By the time that I wake up the sun is going down. It’s a little darker in my room and I get up from the bed.   I’m sobbing again because my jugs have filled, and they are so heavy that I don’t even want to get up from the bed.   I bring my hands under my tits and lift some of the weight. It stops some of the pain, but not a lot of it.   I look at my clock and see that it’s almost bedtime anyways.   The thoughts that are running through my head are shameful. I know what I have to do to get rid of the pain.   I know who I have to go to.   Jackson.   I walk across my floor in just my bikini bottom, there’s no point in