"So let me do your induction. Follow me and I'll show you to your personal stall, then we'll get you milked." Amjad says as he usheres you out of the room.

You nervously follow along behind him as he leads the way through his home.

"Unlike the cow girls at Genetech, you won't be confined to your stall. As you already saw, my cow girls can go anywhere they please inside of my home." Amjad explains as the two of you keep walking. Finally, you arrive at a door and Amjad opens it for you and says, "This is your stall. What do you think?"

You examine the inside of the stall from the doorway and you honestly feel at a loss for words. There is a custom made milking machine in one corner of the room, but other than that, this "stall" is really an ornately decorated bedroom! The furniture is fashionable, expensive, and it has all been modified for use by cow girls. The bed for example, is large and close to the floor so a four legged cow girl can easily get in and out of it. There's also a special latch on the inside and outside of the door that appears to allow cow girls to easily open and close the door. All in all, this room is much better than the bed rooms of your own harem girls. Once again, you realize that if your own harem girls saw this, they would be jealous.

"Why did call it a stall?" You ask Amjad, "This is clearly a bedroom. I thought cow girls are supposed to sleep in barns on piles of hay or something, right?"

"That's just Genetech's way of doing things, not mine. I personally feel that a being as beautiful as a cow girl like you are, deserves the very best." Amjad smiles as he reaches down and gently caresses one of your breasts again.

His touch sends shivers of pleasure up and down your spine. Your face blushes red and you feel strangely complimented by his words. You moo a little and lean into his hand.

"As to your question of why I call it a stall," Amjad says as he keeps fondling your chest, "The other cow girls in my harem still like to call their rooms stalls for some reason and they've gotten me in the habit of doing it as well."

"I see." You remark as you enjoy the fondling.