I screwed up and didn't leave early enough to get to the ambush site before the stagecoach. However, there was no holdup on this day, so it made no di...ference. I was already there, so I decided to spend the week in Sweetwater, instead of heading back to Roswell. That way, I could ride out to the ambush site and spend Wednesday night there. I can't say that I liked the prospect, but it was the better of the two choices.Sweetwater was a big town as a result of the railroad. There were three. There she was, in the middle of the room just as I had left her-tied to one ofour heavy oak kitchen chair, arms behind her, legs pulled back, so that herfeet were off the floor and her ankles were tied to the chair's rear legs - abright red ball gag in her mouth and a matching ribbon sash with a bow wrappedaround her, coming down between her breasts. About the only thing shecould move was her head, and she jerked it back in surprise (I guess it wassurprise, wondering what could truly surprise. He grinned mischievously and pulled down his jeans. His cock sprang free of its confinements, its head poking out the top of his boxers. He pulled those down too and his dick stood straight up in front of him. It was big. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking himself while gazing at my exposed body. I spread my legs as wide as I could and reached my hand down, slipping a finger into my soaking twat. I didn’t drop my gaze from his and I heard him moan softly, his hand hadn’t stopped. He gave her right breast an open-mouthed kiss well above the nipple, gently tugging on the flesh by sucking it just a little. “I’m not proud of it,” he clarified, “hell, in 24 hours I’ll probably be kind of ashamed of it. But it’s not like I’d be any better off if I hadn’t come. We’re just making the best of a really shitty situation here. And maybe that’s all we did up in the cabin.”Having said all he had to say on the matter, Paul returned to keenly suckling upon Marcy’s nipples, tending to.