Their friends of Jake Stewart, the town marshal.’ ‘Why should I run? It was self defense.’ ‘Don’t make no difference. Stewart will hang you ...s sure as your standing there. You better ride boy.’ Seeing the blood on Dillon’s shirt he continued, ‘Let’s take a look at your wound and then you need to get on the trail.’ The gunshot had sliced a furrow through the muscle of Dillon’s upper arm. Swanson cleaned and bandaged the wound, it would be painful but not life threatening. He handed Dillon some. There was no time to react because numbers two and three quickly followed it within an inch of the first and across both cheeks. As the fourth was on its way I flinched to one side and so the stroke fell awkwardly mainly on my right hip and curled round the side. I screamed in protest involuntarily and tried to reach behind to rub the area but I was ordered to replace my hands around my ankles. Five and six were aimed at that area where bottom joins thighs and the remaining four from the bottom. "Hello," I said probably sounding like a zombie."How quick can you get down here?" Chief Deputy Webster asked."If I come in dressed for work about an hour, if I come in dressed like a hag from the underworld ten minutes," I replied."Uniform, no fixing up, but clean and not smelling like a bar," he said. "It's important." He did not give me a chance to complain, he just hung up on me.I jumped out of bed and into a shower hot to scrub my nasty ass then cold to clear the cobwebs. After that I put. .." I know it will," he added reassuringly and fondled her perky tits as her seemingly tiny fingers traced circles on his cockhead.Warren's hands were also busy; sliding down Judy's ribs, thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts, sliding in under them, traversing the hot fold. His callused hands moved down her narrow waist, palms brushing against her hips, fingertips at the brim of her pubic hair.In a hoarse whisper, he said, "Are you ready?" Yes," she tersely replied.He dragged her shorts and.