Chapter Fourteen
After that introduction to the antics of the main lounge, our schedule fell into a new regimen. The twice-daily milkings ceased. Instead, our lacteal needs were allowed to accumulate then satisfied by way of a visit with Ms. Adams and her guests.
On most occasions I was simply placed kneeling on a table to become a guest’s entry into the milking contest. It was humiliating, debasing, stressful but satisfying in having sometimes up to two day’s accumulation of milk firmly extracted and collected in the stainless steel bowls.
I never won. A girl from 2 stall could fill the bowl with amazing speed if her milker applied the correct technique. And on the rare times that Maria was not selected for special duty, as I had been with Dottie and Lottie, she always took the prize
