![]() ![]() ![]() My fingers swooped down stealthily and pinched the crap out of my thigh. The face of Amanda having an orgasm appeared in the white board. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, trying to ease of the urge in my stomach.Then, something outraging occurred. The auction master looked up at me and I walked down to the ring, stepping under the. The hum was audible, the tension palpable and despite the stunning quality of the cow the bull wasn't go to be able to fulfill his purpose. The crowd got restless and began to murmur their frustrations. The crowd at the auction all have their money at the ready to bid but the bull's lack of ability to perform is holding up the proceedings. He was dragged out to service my old cow and he couldn't manage to rise to the occasion. Their haste meant that the bull was far from recovered by the time his part in the auction display was due. But, the last bull covering had prolonged the evening well beyond schedule and the auction handlers had been keen to speed things up. The crowd were transfixed at her quality. I knew that her heart was not in it any more and despite my affection for her and her still being in love with me as her farmer I know it was time to acquire new stock.She was paraded and milked. ![]()
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