Over and over she strokes my nipples, making me moan constantly. Then suddenly she grasps my nipples firmly and twists. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I scre...m. My pussy flares from the sudden sparks of pleasure her fingers have shot into me. I instinctively spread my legs, which is noticed by my tormentor.She glances down and removes her hands from my boobs. "Oh, you naughty girl," she admonishes, "you have made your shorts wet." Her finger presses on the wet spot and rubs around. I moan again. She. The man kneels in front of her. I have a c***dish reaction, I whisper:” No, no question, this is a reserved domain, it belongs to me” and it is with spite that I see the man's head disappearing between my wife's thighs, his two hands slid under her buttocks.It doesn't take long for Murielle to start fussing and I hear even her moans. My cock is about to explode. I start jerking again, stopping often to avoid ejaculating. Gerard stops his oral caresses and with both hands lifts my wife's legs.. " Clara sneered with spiteful satisfaction as Fenton's tongue began to lick the salty morsels from her divinely scented cunt. Clara's well used slit throbbed with satisfaction as she gained an immense erotic thrill, watching her bound and helpless captive squirm about as he gratefully devoured the seed deposited by another male, in awarding Clara a satisfying orgasm. As his tongue probed and lapped at her messy cunt, seeking out the main body of the wad spent by the stud male, Clara's clitoris. When he made his rounds in Little River, he usually left his Winchester rifle locked in the office. But he always carried that wicked-looking Bowie in his belt scabbard. Always.Just like I took my eight-gauge with me when I walked the town. More habit than necessity.The first time the Bighorn bartender, Cheney, saw it, he asked if I hunted locomotives. My first day in town. Well, we didn’t have any locomotives here, but my scattergun had served me pretty well as a deterrent. Never seen anyone.