If things worked as planned, he would march the goats into the chute and through the dip this coming Sunday.Wednesday, Harold sent an older Mexican ma... back into the warehouse to see Tommy. The man, Pedro Colón, and his sons, raised sheep for a living and sheared sheep for other herders as a side business. Pedro was sharp around a dollar and he made Tommy a good deal. He would shear the goats and pay Tommy two dollars a pound for the mohair. Mister Colón made his profit by selling the mohair to. They hadn't been there to smell and taste the blood in the air, the smell of burnt human meat, or the stink of ruptured bowels as we had either.We had won, but it was a victory with a terrible cost in human lives, and we didn't consider it something to celebrate. Not by us anyway. Perhaps some of the others in our family had attended the celebration, but we weren't sure at the time.On returning to our rooms after breakfast, Pat and I reduced the wards around our rooms to just a single general. It doesn’t bite.’ he quipped playfully. And with that I slowly opened my mouth, feeling the heat rise off of his manhood I let my tongue out ever so slightly touching the tip of his dick tasting, for the first time in my life, his precum. It was different than what I thought it would be, salty but somehow really sweet. Closing my eyes I savored the taste. Becoming more adventurous I rose up sliding my tongue along his smooth shaft feeling every crevice and vein taking in the musky aroma.Slowly. No charges were pressed against anyone concerned; Mistress or the woman who attacked yours truly.We were equally lucky in that Mistress wasn’t pregnant, although it wouldn’t have mattered to me if she had been. It wouldn’t have been a problem for me, anyway; in fact it might have been interesting to look after a little baby once we got clear of the processing center. I tried to image Mistress as a mother, but I really couldn’t!Did we get much time to make love while we waited to be cleared,.