593 Chapter 592: Deciding Her Fate

Hearing the Cowkin cough behind us, we all turned to stare at her in silence, making the woman shuffle around awkwardly as she tried to make herself seem smaller, only to fail miserably as her clasped arms and pose enunciated her two large breasts and displayed the mouth watering curves of her lower body.

It took just a mere second of her being like that for Mother and I to glance at our respective partners and pinch their waists, since we knew them too well and understood that they would be looking at the two mountains that jiggled as Bessie turned away, her cheeks a seductive red.

We also knew that they were only just looking, but even that felt like a crime against us, so we pinched them again and made the two Demoness' hiss in pain as we glared up at them, before we looked towards the Cowkin, our unappreciative stares making her unclasp her arms and stand ramrod straight, like she was facing a drill sergeant.