I wondered if it was because he hadn't foreseen the possibility that someone might like it or if he were just stung by the criticism that he should ha...e done a better job with it. I decided that, since I had him in a talkative mood, I would say what was really on my mind. He seemed to think I had earned the right to speak."Listen, there's something I need to know — would you really have put that hot iron in my pussy?" Well, I... why do you ask that?" Because it made me so... excited to think. * Down went the twelve ball, and the game was over. Evette gave a sultry puppy-dog pout in mock disappointment as she handed over her losses to Sam, who quickly counted it before tucking it into his vest pocket. It was only a hundred bucks, but it had been the hardest hundred bucks he had ever made. "Well, that sure was exhilarating." Sam said as he waved over to the bar for Tony to bring them a round."It doesn't have to end," Evette said, running her finger up Sam's chest, "How about one more. He will beat you at your first meeting." How badly must he beat me? I would not be surprised if he knocked me off my horse, but is that enough to make him the victor?" No, it isn't enough. In this kind of challenge, the only way that it can end is with one of the combatants dead. He would have to kill you, even if he knocked you off your horse, and you survived that encounter." In that case, I have already won! What do I have to do to force him to accept my challenge?" The easiest way would be. “I liked it, hearing you say them,” Tony said. “It made me feel excited.”She turned her face toward him for a moment, and saw his eyes. They were bright again, and she glanced at the front of his pants before looking back at the road.“You like to hear me say cock and cunt and fuck, don’t you?”She dropped her right hand from the wheel and cupped his crotch, squeezing him gently. “You have a wonderful cock, Tony.”She heard his breathing increase. It had been about half an hour since they had.