And there, before she knew it, Sandie suddenly had her shorts at her knees and a dirty rag stuffed in her mouth.  The wolf had underestimated the farmhand, however.  Many a feisty stallion and heated bull in the past had thought to pull similar such tricks, and with years of experience as a farmhand had come reflexes to match.  A quick elbow to the stomach would be enough to at least knock the wind out of him, giving her time to drop to the ground and roll clear.  Standing back up, she then let gravity take care of her shorts, the cloth falling to her ankles and quickly being kicked off as she carefully regarded her opponent.<br/><br/>So then, the wolf was here, eh?  Going after some pussy and obviously in quite the aroused state, given that throbbing erection he was sporting.  Coming right into the barn was a mistake, though, as was going after her.  If she could beat him here, perhaps she would finally be able to show him just who the leader of the pack was on this farm...  And why she wasn't the type to stand for trouble-making wolves who harassed the sheep and had their fun with the cows.<br/><br/>Though, admittedly, looking at the size of him, the thought did occur to her that if she lost, she probably wouldn't mind giving him what he wanted, either...