With a deep breath of relief, the blood began rushing back. He quietly walked away, saying nothing at all to her. After a moment, she realized she wa... alone. A small sigh of relief. She was at peace. But that only lasted for a breath. Suddenly the lights came on, exposing her foul, deprived cell. No windows, no fresh air. Just brick and the revolting smell of mold and slime. The concrete floor, blackened by an eternity of dust and grime. She could see tables stacked with rusty tools. He surely didn't. He had something that really turned the girls on, and in this day and age a girl wasn't at all shy about seeking him out and offering it to him. He already had quite a few virgins to his credit. He enjoyed collecting virgins, being the first guy to crawl up between a girl's legs and show her how good it felt to have a solid cock moving up into her untried but eager cunt. He was quite secretive about his conquests and nobody knew a thing about it, except his mother. He told his. She erupted again in a massive orgasm. "I've got her now," I thought. And now to give her the performance of my life. I rose and started to push her ankles over to really give it to her. "Oh no you don't" she cried and like a cat, flipped out of my ankle hold on her and pushed me to the bed. "Now it's your turn," she exclaimed. I was thinking to myself I was down for a good blow job. Describing her skills as a good blow job is like describing Mount Everest as just a good hill. She latched. A delegation from the town commissioners which included Rachel's bible-toting husband waylaid him on his way to the telegraph office to collect the bounties on the two killers being transported up to boot hill. They were all a bit crestfallen and ill at ease with him standing there with his pair of six-shooters and the Henry held loosely over his shoulder."Mister Hollister, we understand you have some experience in law enforcement before you took up bounty hunting and we would like to offer you.