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Chapter 8 by Blackskull Blackskull

What's next?

She gets thrown off

The bull tipped forwards and Sandry flew over the front of it and bounced along the inflatable mat, coming to rest against the side.

Looking over at the bull, Sandry saw a scrap of material hanging from it. She looked down at her body to confirm that it was her vest top, torn off and letting her impressive breasts free. Seeing the crowd around her, not to mention the TV cameras, Sandry squealed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Ooh, bad luck!" The host said to Sandry, "Looks like you won't get to win the jackpot this morning." She turned to one of the cameras, "We'll be visiting another random house tomorrow morning when someone else will get a chance to win the money. Will it be your door we knock on? See you tomorrow!"

She smiled at the camera until the woman with the clipboard announced,

"And we're out! Good job everyone, let's pack it up."

Sandry suddenly found herself ushered off the inflatable mat as crew members began to deflate it. She looked around for her top, but the bull had already been whisked away.

Trying to cover up her bare bum and breasts, Sandry wondered what she was supposed to do now.

What's next?

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