I waltzed back into the saloon an' up to the bar. I was greeted with, "Howdy, Mr. The Branson Kid?" followed by a laugh of genuine good humor.I chuckl...d back an' said, "Well, Mr. Very Friendly Bartender, I am doin' quite well. This rig you sold me is everythin' ya said that it would be. It made a definite improvement in my drawin' speed!"There was a yahoo leanin' against the bar, listenin' ta the conversation between me and the bartender. He said, "Well, Mr. Branson Kid, ifen that rig is that. We walked over and I began stripping her out of her skirt and Rick removed her blouse and bra as I licked her neck. She undid my pants and I stepped out of them, I pulled my shirt off as she turned to do the same for him. As they kissed and she helped him disrobe completely I got a great look at her tattoos. Her back was one big tat of a samurai embracing a geisha girl with the sword still in his hands. her arms looked like a Zen garden that went to her wrists on both arms. I kissed her. ..Mistress?" He seemed to say 'mistress' as if he were not yetsure. Fine by me.I smiled, "Not yet. Just Dyvia for the moment." Not that I dislikedbeing called Mistress, but I wanted there to be a clear transitionalmoment during the evening; for both of us."Alright." he said trying to appear relaxed. Though considering somedeeply routed fantasy of his was about to be granted, it was obviousthat he was not relaxed. hehe. I love those moments."Like I said you seem to be strong willed..." I said as. And after winding her hair for an hour I wrapped her in a net. She then wrapped mine in a net also.We went to her bed, which was immense and covered in a velvet comforter. She pulled back the sheets, and patted the bed beside her after crawling in. I sat beside her, feeling the softness of the silk sheets on my newly shaven ass and legs. We melded into one, engrossing each other in kisses and hugs, letting our fingers feel every inch of each other.I lay atop of her, spread her legs with my.