" I begged."Shut up and come here."With that he grabbed onto one of my arms and forced me to stand. He reached down into his gym bag and came out with...a set of handcuffs. He forced me to face the bedpost and put my hands around it. He put the cuffs on each of my hands. He then reached in his bag and took out a short piece of rope and tied the cuffs high up on the bedpost so that I had to stand on tiptoes to keep them from grating on my wrists. My chest was pushed against the cool wooden post. Placing my cock into her pussy with ease as her wetness, in one fell swoop she swallowed me up."Oh God" she cried as her ass hit my thighs, "that feels so fucking good" She just sat there for a few moments my cock buried deep in her. Slowly she began to slide herself back and forth, never lifting from me, my full cock trapped in her tunnel being squeezed by her cunny muscles. The feeling was immense and I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load, Claire must have sensed this and released. I had placed my witness's card in my wallet. My two escorts were thoughtful, after that. They tried to engage me in conversation not associated with anything remotely concerning my 'gift', or why I had gone on my trip. I declined to be drawn in.We landed in New York 8:00 PM, local time, having 'gained' an hour on the flight. We were met by still more agents, and a federal marshal."Tom Wilshire?" I was asked.I nodded."I am marshal Frankins and I am bringing you in for questioning concerning your. Even if you got the brandin done before the snow comes, how are you gonna get them to market? Takes more than one person to drive a herd of any size." The boy's right Emma," Emmett said. "Using a post won't work with cattle. And branding takes more than one person. He's right about the cattle drive too." Three should about do it I think," Rafe offered. "Miss Riley you and I can herd the cattle, rope and tie them and Mr. Riley can put the hot iron to them." But Daddy can't ride and it'll be too.