You bark in approval, and begin look towards Peep, who normally goes first, to make her choice. "You know what, boy?" She says, peeling her soaking panties off her shapely legs, "I'm going to let you choose first today."
You practically leap with joy, and bound over to the three tied sheep, sniffing and tasting each in turn, as they struggle against their bonds, and moan their muffled protests. Finally, you make your choice, signaling Vo that you're ready for it to be stuck on the shearing rack.
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