They stuck me behind a young Hispanic girl with a patch over one eye. She glared at me with the other good one and I could sense she was waiting for m... to comment on her lack of a second eyeball. I sat with my legs wrapped around her all leather outfit and clung to her waist with my arms not wanting to fall off and become "road kill" for some errant buzzard. My impression was that there was no hint of softness about this girl. She was muscular all over and I could feel her full bosom hanging. Not one of those lovely little orgasms that gently shake though the limbs, either, but an explosive one. My body felt white hot as I began to buck my hips, my tormentors doing their best to hold me down, Jenny somehow managing to keep my cunt and ass filled, driving her tongue deeper into my twat with each thrust of my hips so that, instead of her fucking me, I was fucking her. I screamed, a sound punctuated by a string of profanity. At least that is what I was told. I do know I came close to. My heart fluttered like a wild bird caught in a cage and my tummy tightened as I arched my back, presenting my body eagerly to my brother's kisses.Barley caught the smell of my arousal. The depths of my sex became moist then, preparing itself to receive his large cock. I smiled and offered the world a deep-throated growl when the dog found my pussy with his tongue, digging a wet furrow between my plump labia and scraping my clitoris to sudden life. I spread my legs wide for him, lifting my ass. She made me a grin when she replied, “I’m not his spouse. His master gave him permission to buy several slaves to assist him. My mother sold me to him for ten of his bighorns. Personally, I think he got a bargain.”“Bron choose me because I was young, healthy and have herding experience. Being a shifter, I meet his master’s requirements for an acceptable slave and possible spouse even though I can’t change to bighorn.”I added, “It is common for the Bulls to have us agents’ select breeding stock.