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"So, um, what do I do? Do I just... Ow!" Said Sara
"Not so hard! Take it easy." Said Rose
"I'm sorry, it's just so full..."
"I'll say. Tent, can you get a large pan?" Asked Sara
"Okay, be right back." Answered Tent
"All right, Sara, can you put your front legs up on this table?"
"I-I think so- ah! I bumped it!"
"Gosh, you weren't kidding" She says as one of Tent's big tentacles reaches out of the motorhome, a large pan wrapped in the end. "Thanks!"
"A pan? Why not just leave it on the ground?" Wondered Sara
"We don't want to leave any evidence we were here..."
"Oh, I suppose that make- ahhhnh!"
"I'm sorry! Did that hurt? I just did one squeeze." Asked Rose
"N-no, I'm sorry, y-you just, um, startled me is all." Sara seemed enjoring the experience
"Are you sure? You seem to be squirming a lot..."
"I don't think it hurts... quite the opposite, really." Tent said
"H-hey!"
rose and Tent start to laugh... and they spend almost one hour milking Sara, the size of ther udder reduced, and she feels as empty, a wonderfull feeling after all...