He also needs to be sharp for the negotiations with Bo later on.Jo-Ann finishes the pot and gulps down the remaining drink. She leans back, her head ...gainst the padded back rest with her feet splayed and dangling over the edge of the wide seat not touching the floor. The sexual frustration and pressure she has been feeling feels even stronger now. She looks at her two black studs, pressed tightly against her, sighs deeply and reaches out with her hand to rub their large muscular thighs. . ’ Don’t hardly think so, Dillon said to himself but responded, ‘I’m sure you will Mr. Jenkins.’ Turning to Mrs. Jenkins he said, ‘This is a fine meal, ma’am. Thank you.’ After supper, Dillon went to his room. In spite of not riding hard, two weeks on the trail had worn him down some. The next morning after breakfast he decided to walk around the west side of Albuquerque and explore. He found a general mercantile and replenished some trail supplies and bought a pair of heavy whip cord work. ’ The truth was, she was the same way. She was already damp from being bound and blinded, and trembled slightly in anticipation of what could be coming her way. The way he had pulled her clothes off of her after removing her vision had turned her on as well. She was turned so inward, mentally, that the shock of his hand striking her ass, hard, made her choke out a sound midway between a yell of indignation and a moan of pleasure. His hand gripped her ass hard, squeezing, his hand holding the. Kat answered."Oh hello, fair brother, how was your day?" She said."Er... whatever. Dad said you couldn't start drinking until the party." Dan answered, rolling his eyes."Oh, I haven't been drinking", she said, grinning menacingly. "And I'm not going to the party, either." Dad paid $100 for that, you can't just 'not go' to your own birthday party!" Dan replied."He never did, that was just to keep me happy until I got my present. It was all a lie." It must have been a pretty darn good present if.