“Good,” she sighed.Mandy didn’t classify what was required when the vet got there as “work”. He and Bob did most of the actual pushing, shov...ng, and cajoling cattle into the chute, where each could be examined and inoculated. She mostly sat on the top rail of the corral and watched. It was interesting, though, and she learned a lot about how to get a cow to do what you wanted it to do.The veterinarian’s name was Brad Turnbull. He was forty-five and had been servicing stock in a hundred mile. Struggling to remember the night before, staring into his startling blue eyes. Rolling her look down she took immediate notice of his flat abs and thick arms corded in muscle that rippled with each movement. As the blanket moved as he sits up she caught a quick glance of the thick head of his manhood. Blushing she turned away noticing she was bare ass herself.“You mighty shy for woman who fucked like a spent lass last night.”“Oh my god,” she thought to herself,” I had this gorgeous man last. I was able to position myself so I could suck on one of her perky brown nipples wile I fucked my wife. “Ohhh yeah, baby. Ohhh yeah, baby. Ohh yeah baby,” was all I could hear from G.Collete got up again and moved behind me. She grabbed G’s legs and pulled them up into the air, allowing me to plunge my cock deeper into my wife’s pussy. I could feel the walls of her womb tighten around me. She was going to cum again. She screamed with delight. I’m sure the entire neighborhood heard her. Collette. They apologized and helped me roll over, not that that was much better. A pillow under my head and chest was a big help. Minutes later I was in the hospital’s emergency room. My vital signs were a mess. My pulse was 42; my blood pressure was 74 over 40. I weighed 97 pounds, less than half my original weight.?How long did you say you were a prisoner in your home???A year and a half, I think, at least that’s what they told me.??I’m surprised you survived. What did they feed you? It.