I took the girls to see what I had found. Bea looked the bighorns over and agreed they were free range, and if I wanted them, I could claim them.I wal...ed up to the bull. He wasn’t real happy to see me. I stared into his eye and moved closer. He huffed and snorted a few times, but he didn’t charge me. I reached out and placed my hand with the ring on it, onto his snout.I watched him relax as he accepted I was to be his master. I offered him one of the little salt cubes I had. He damn near licked. "Get dressed," I said with a light slap of her rear. "I'll see you downstairs." What..."Sitting on the couch I tried to understand my feelings. This was new territory for me. I don't think I'd ever been angry at Cassie. But I was. Perhaps it had something to do with her talking about being submissive, or how she seemed willing to give up on gymnastics so easily. Would ballet be next? Would I be the reason a remarkably talented dancer quit? How would that make her feel two years down the line?. Apparentley Peggy noticed one of the horses had a boner. her and my wife stood there giggling and pointing at his giant horse dong for like 15 minutes. I left to take a leak and found them there still by the horse. I suggested we go eat lunch and they finally agreed to leave their horse.Lunch was interesting, eating, while listening to my wife and sister discuss this horses junk.Then I felt a hand rubbing my cock. Then Peggys hand started rubbing my cock from the other side. I figured if that. The process of selection was well defined; a suggested new Mother Superior would be elected by the Sisters from among their number, by a secret ballot. It was forbidden for them to say for whom they had voted, or to canvass votes on behalf of themselves or anyone else. A Monsignor O'Leary representing His Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop would hear the choice of each of the forty-odd Sisters in the confessional and would convey the consensus to the Archbishop, who would confirm the choice, or.