My face was swollen and covered with what I had to assume was my own dried blood.I looked at the young lady across the desk from me for answers. Her f...ull lips were curled in a sadistic smile. “They are doing their best, Mr. Renard. Your right lung is punctured, has collapsed, and is full of blood. I'm not a doctor, but the diagnosis doesn't look good for you.” She waved her hand and the cloud disappeared. “I'm afraid this is the end for you.” She made a production out of placing her elbows on. She sold off the remainder of the sheep and actually made a profit. Sarah took out a new bank loan and is now preparing to restock with a flock, er herd, of llamas because she’d been at a bar drunk in remorse over the loss of her sheep where a drunken old timer taking her up to his room told her coyotes were shit-scared of llamies, er llamas. * CHAPTER 1 Harry Titter swam the 600 yards to the ranch and drying him off Sarah asked why didn’t he hire a rowboat to cross from the mainland. Harry. I suddenly felt a hard-on. She might have noticed that as I was trying to hide that from her. She had a naughty smile in her face. I asked her to prepare the total turnover of the cafe from the last April till that date. She started preparing it. On Sundays no customers will expect that we will be opening so that we were having holidays on Sundays. So I made an idea. I told her that if we keep the shutters open customers may come and that may make disturbance of our work. I told her that I will. "Damn she said, more to herself than to me, I almost forgot how good this could be. "She spit on the head of my dick then slowly took me back in all the eay to the back of her throat, she held me there momentarily then backed off about half way then plunged back down on it. She held me as deep as she could until she started to gag she pulled off again, strings of saliva dripping from the head. "You can do this she said to herself, actually licked her lips and again plunged down on me. When.