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She had been told to take special care with sterile procedures and to make sure that his production, once measured, went into a special batch that was whisked off to the Alchemists Tower immediately. "I don't think your production is going into the "Baby Batter" with the rest, Thor," she said, referring to the normal destination of the stallions' efforts, which was to supply the necessary chromosomes for the careful genetic manipulation that resulted in each new generation of Elysian women. This procedure used the useful parts of the male genome for the in/vitro fertilization that allowed the scientists to produce each female baby without contaminating those perfect offspring with the traits that were preserved in the male children, useful only for fieldwork, and other simple undemanding tasks they could be trained for. Not worrying about what she couldn't control, she put the mystery of Thor's popularity with the Alchemists out of her mind, and proceeded with Thor's grooming, rinsing and drying him, and giving his long mane a good brushing. It was reddish tinted and curly, and was pleasant to touch and run her hands through, when it was clean and untangled. His craggy, unsymmetrical face had developed an animal charm that kept it from putting her off as it had when she first saw him, and his gentle and compliant nature was an added bonus. All through these routine procedures, she often let her hands stray to the stallion's belly, thighs and genitals, watching carefully as her ministrations caused a quick reaction, hardening his penis and tightening his ball sack without really causing him any other visible excitement. She enjoyed the skill with which she could control his involuntary responses, and knew the reason she was leading the Production Prize list was more due to her careful and knowledgeable treatment of her stallion than any real biological advantage he might have been born with... Before she unhooked Thor's cross-ties, she buckled a cuff around each of his ankles and connected them with a short chain that effectively limited his ability to walk quickly or run. She released his hands from the cross-ties one at a time and put his wrists in similar cuffs behind his back. Only then did she release the vertical tie to his halter, allowing him to put his full weight on his feet and follow her out the stall door, his calm and amateur confident movements a marked contrast to the nervous, jumpy demeanor that Prince had shown a few minutes ago. The Scullery Maid wished for a second that Meg had been in the corridor to see Thor moving gracefully down to his stall in the Milking room, but quashed the thought as unseemly pride. As it was, she could hear Meg muttering threats to Prince as she tried to get him to cooperate in his stall, and that was enough to reassure the Scullery Maid that - barring disaster - today's production should allow her to keep her lead in the Production Prize. The Scullery Maid led Thor into his Milking room stall and quickly and gently hooked him up to the clean, white cross-ties and vertical halter that she had prepared earlier. All the tack and surfaces in the Milking room stalls were practically sterile in their cleanliness, as required by the Alchemists. While she was tacking up, the Scullery Maid patted and caressed Thor, and crooned a little melody softly to him as he stood patiently waiting. The Scullery Maid placed a large hourglass on the table, with the full end down. When she was done she stood back and surveyed her preparations. Thor was secured in the middle of the stall, his cross-ties limiting his ability to move in any direction. The front of his thighs were pressed against a low table just above his knees, and his penis and balls reflected in the shiny chrome surface. The Scullery Maid turned the hourglass over and ducked under Thor's cross-ties, standing close behind him. She reached around him and ran her hands over his cock and balls, pleased to feel an immediate swelling as she gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She slowly stroked the hardening penis and cupped her free hand under his balls. She alternated long, slow strokes with gentle rubbing at his most sensitive spots with her fingertips. She continued this treatment as his cock grew longer and harder and she felt his pulse quicken. She carefully monitored the state of his excitement, and soon his breath began to quicken and she felt the first pulses of his impending orgasm. She immediately stopped the stroking and held his shaft firmly at the base as his excitement cooled. The Scullery Maid caressed Thor's chest and arms with her free hand as she controlled his attempts to thrust against her motionless hand by pressing against his buttocks with her belly and thighs. She heard him sigh as he accepted the first denial of his orgasm and relaxed his muscles. "Good boy, good boy," she whispered to him affectionately. "You'll be pouring out buckets when that hourglass runs down, won't you, my big boy?" She rested her head against his hard muscled back and as always, tried to repress a guilty pleasure as the solid warmth of his back and the pulsing of the hard shaft in her hand combined to wake up her own sexual feelings. She knew none of the other Milk Maids ever admitted to feeling any arousal with their charges, and she never mentioned her feelings to them. She was afraid it was a sick, twisted part of her mind, but she couldn't help the heat and flowing lubrication she was feeling between her legs. She shrugged and, as was her nature, accepted what she couldn't change as best she could. "That's my boy," she whispered to Thor's unheeding ears, "You're getting me all wet, aren't you, bad boy?" She reached under her skirt and dipped her fingers between her sopping pussy lips, bringing them up shiny with clear juices. Playfully she reached around and coated Thor's lips with her lubrication, and giggled as he snorted and licked it all away. The Scullery indian Maid walked around Thor and checked to make sure the stall door was securely closed, thankful Big Tits for the privacy it allowed her. "I'm such a BAD girl aren't I, Thor?" she asked him. She could faintly hear the normal sounds coming from across the corridor where Meg was working Prince, and the monotonous slapping sound as Meg furiously stroked Prince's semi-hard cock reassured the Scullery Maid that her privacy was complete. Since Niky mentioned that to Nicole and me, Nicole planned to that night telling me and Niky, “That is great way to blackmail Mariana, we need to invite her here and fuck her as well and video everything. It had taken his breath away. He drew out the two fingers, now glistening with the remnants of Everett's cum, and wiped them along Big Tits her forehead. “So this is where you two disappeared to. Table for amateur one,” she said with a smile. Jean was slightly shorter than Ashley was, so it was the perfect height for the pair to exchange a kiss. A prolonged geyser of cum thundered through his cock and into Lexi’s pressurized bowels. Why did dad have to go and die like that? I had spoke inappropriately decided to make up for it by getting dirty. So what do you want to eat for breakfast Mr. Malcolm ? " just cereal, did you eat yet" "I ate mc.donalds before I got here" "I wish I can eat Mc.Donalds, Denise says fast food bad for me" " I have a sausage mc griddle in my book bag. Her fingers dug into my shirt. He then asked me if he could have some time alone with his daughter. “You want to thank them for beating up those guys?” They’d released her hands. “Do you have a death wish?” Eldon turned on her. If I find one new mark on them, your asses will be barbeque. I had a super small waist sitting at about 28 inches, big hips and a big ass. Drinks and appetizers in hand, they mixed with the other guests. “Honey, I had a job throughout high school and I also played sports,” she says, crossing her arms, pressing those pillowy breasts together. Ted looked on approvingly as John began to lean into his BJ, curling his fingers into the girls chestnut brown hair and pumping lightly, her tits swinging back and forth in time with his thrusts Instead of blowing me, she swung her leg over my lap and settled on it, using Sonja’s indian saliva as lubricant to slide me into her. Not wanting too much time to lapse since Becky had come, Rita took the base of the fake cock in her hand and used it to guide the large blunt end up and down Becky’s slit. She had on a pair of sexy high heels that really showed off her legs, though she didn't know how good she looked in them, and I aimed to use that to my advantage. Her fingers twitch reflexively, brushing the ropes around her wrists. Every so often she would look my way and smile. Someone's locked this door!”