The familiar partial-howl of the wolf brought him up short. He had been about to flip open the stable door when he heard it. Several things raced quickly through his mind. Number one: the filthy beast wouldn't be in the stables unless his mistress was there; the brute never went anywhere without her. Number two: why would she be in there this time of morning, except to be with the roan? But again, why…? He hadn't groomed him yesterday after her ride…! So, he hadn't thought she paid that close of attention! He could, with little stupidities like that, lose his job… then Rosita would haunt him… until the pain in his back became unbearable…!

He listened, hearing strange… almost gasping sounds. The whinny of the roan even seemed distorted. The wolf whimpered again… and then, he thought he heard a human moan…! He'd slip in the side way and see…!

Katie could hardly fathom the lascivious sensations filling her from the tip of her working toes to the crown of her voluptuous blonde head. In the never-before lewd state she had let overwhelm her, she felt no more than an animal herself, nor did she want to! The enchanting delight of Genghis' lashing, loving tongue between the flushed lips of her moist and pink cunt, however familiar, was adding immeasurably to the delight of knowing she was bringing her Gallant Red toward a climax. Insane little fermentations continued to flutter through and over the wild nerve ends of her near-naked body as he licked at her clitoris and she held to her obscene position, with raised legs and soft pink feet clutching at the horse's massive, pendulum-cock, rubbing the outer layer of heavy skin up and down, its black mushroomed head dangling above her naked belly.