Michael was breathing heavily, his total focus on his opponent, his vision both obscured and enhanced by the limited view through the tightly woven me...h. It was in a word, exhilarating. There are few places in life where you feel purely alive. Here, watching his opponent feign left and try to come in underneath his guard, Michael snarled, enjoying the primal feeling of life as he swung the thin blade of the foil in a quick arc, deflecting the attack and readying for his own was one of those. He also recognized that Bob was mad. Madder that he had seen him in a long time.Bob Pritchert had led this group for over a year. Most of that time had been in the south. But the pressure from the Mexican law had convinced him to return to his original stomping grounds. The Washoe County in northwest Nevada territory. Part of this was because of a green kid that had latched himself onto the gang. He called himself ‘The Washoe Kid.’While not a suspicious man, it had triggered a sense of. I suck and lick his stiff manhood, while he himself handles it, as I’m still bound by the handcuffs. I see his desire swell, as well as the bulk of his cock.In a rapid movement, he reaches my sex, runs his tongue over my clit. I am moist, then wet. He decides to enter me, fuck my brains out, pounding with frantic, fast thrusts. Wishing to prolong that fuck, he slows down, frees me from the moorings, and flips me over on all fours. He lowers my head onto the pillow.“Yes, like that. Now stick up. No,’ I said quickly and laughing as he raised his eyebrows, ‘not like THAT but together, you know, for lunch or something. What do you think? You know I’ve got to work all next week with the stocktaking so why don’t you take Jo to lunch, she’s got Tuesday off?’ ‘If you’re happy with that, I’ll do it. Are you sure about Sunday?’ I wasn’t totally but, ‘Yes, I’m sure. I want you to have us both next week.’ He laughed, ‘You have great confidence in me. I have enough problems satisfying you. I’m.