He showed me an ear tag on one of the cows and of course I was familiar with them. I could opt for that. “It will only hurt for a little while but t...ose tags can be a pain in the ass if they tear your ear.” I looked at him in disbelief. “What’s the other option?” I groaned getting a little more worried now that he was talking more pain.“We tattoo you, now that you’re bald, right on your head. We won’t ever lose you, will have a permanent record of your serial number on you even when your hair. “Hello, Shaw!”“Mr. Paul? Hello. I’m sorry about your loss.”“Our loss?” I wasn’t sure if the word had gotten out.“Yes sir. I mean the death of Mr. Mick. He was a fine man.”“Thank you for that Shaw. We’d like to put up the mules for the night and have them brushed and fed,” I said, pausing for a long time. “Mick’s body is in the back. It’s wrapped up in canvas. If you have a canvas, I’d like to wrap him up a little more.”“I have just the thing. It’s canvas used for wagon covers.”“Fine, where. ..........the huge, blue butt plug that I had suggested you wear on this special evening, is still lodged firmly in your rectum, pressing against your vagina from the inside, keeping you stimulated and moist for three hours. Your face tightens as you groan while using your sphincters to eject the plug and as soon as it falls out of your anus with a satisfying "pop", I drop to my knees behind you and my tongue runs wildly over your winking, gaping asshole, your perenium, your massive, hairy. “That’s very admirable.” “We started dating when I was twenty-one. I’m twenty-six now.” Close. “And he’s the only man I’ve ever been with. I want more. I want you.” She leaned down and kissed me. There was some body english on it and I was impressed. Her breasts were very firm. “Mrs. Stansfield –“ I said when she finished kissing me, though I felt like an idiot going by her married name after she’d stuck her tongue in my mouth. “Sabrina”, she interrupted. “Sabrina, this isn’t a good idea.”.