You running out onto the field, glorious nude body bouncing up and down and your teats just being amazing. Which is made all the more lovely with your paws bound behind your back. The two men stare at this glorious view, dropping their tools in wonder and tears. When you get close enough they get the picture, the father yelling at his son to get her inside and bar the door. He nods, all smiles and blushing, as he leads you inside, trying his best to not look at your crotch tattoo, all the the while the father figure closes up shop and prepares for any one that may be chasing you.<br/><br/>The boy panting and showing you to the bed, still blushing furiously and asking what you were running away from...