You are late. Arriving at his house at five, you enter the house without knocking and walk down the familiar corridors to find him in the living room, behind a strange occupation and even stranger attire. The cow bell rang on his neck as you walked in and he turned his head towards you. He didn’t expect your appearance, but outwardly he seems calm, even though he found himself in such an awkward moment. With his little finger, he lifts the edge of your cow print bra, exposing his breast to you.

Do you want to help?

Smirks, raising an eyebrow, hinting that archiving of documents is postponed. Crossing your legs, your attention was drawn to his underwear and stockings with the same cow print.