The long, layered skirts dyed with vivid bands of blues, reds and green, a fine, sheer linen vest cut low at the front to my waist exposing my breasts – as was the fashion of my people – and a bodice of deep blue embroidered with gold and silver thread cut low also that fitted tight to my body. As the divine sensations of pleasure echoed through me, I rubbed and pressed the nub and pushed the phallus harder and faster trying to take all of its length right up to the testicles as my breath came in pants and I began to cry out in pain and ecstasy. XXX The bull had responded in turn by licking my body with its large, rough tongue, my breasts, stomach and between my legs were quite wet with its saliva. If it were any other bull in the herd I would have run away, but I knew in my heart I had nothing to fear and approached again.
