. "I think I'll snap some pictures of you like that for my memoirs" yousay. I am completely mortified. This is my worst nightmare, but the butterflie...in my stomach belie the complete excitement I'm feeling at this humiliation.It could be worse though. You could be doing something really compromising. After several minutes and several pictures, I feel some shifting around,and I can feel you removing the gag from my mouth. I smell something differentbut I'm not sure what it is. "Reach out with. .. like ... ignore a heifer in season ... something no self-respecting bull would do.He might appear out of nowhere ... sitting in a comfy puffy leather recliner while a dozen ravening wolves circled snarling and snapping at the invisible barrier that surrounded him ... keeping him safe while they set upon the weakest or oldest of their pack, tearing the victim to bloody rags.For a cow, he was awfully thin. Hell. For a human he was thin. He would bedevil my dream and disappear.“I had the cow. It was difficult to concentrate on the words of the unctuous, self-important minister as he extolled the virtues of a woman he had never met in an orator's voice that held no sincerity. The half listened to drone of his words flowed over me. My own thoughts ranged back over the past as I cried inside for of that which might have been.I asked myself yet once again why I was even there. Of course, I already knew the answer. I was here to do my best to put finished to our relationship.Christ! What. Our streams have faded and now we are both just stroking our cocks and watching each other's dicks get harder and bigger. I am excited and horny and getting more aroused by the second. Unfortunately, some other guy comes into the washroom and stands at urinal #1. I zip up and go to the sinks. The stetson guy joins me as I am finishing. I walk out of the washroom and wait outside for him. "Do you have some time to fool around" I ask."Hmmm, I'm a little late meeting my wife, but what did you have.