He buried his face in Leslie’s neck and pumped into her with short fast steady strokes. This bitch felt so good. This sick ass power trippin’ bitc... had the bomb-ass pussy. As he felt his orgasm getting close he jumped up grabbing her hair, guiding her mouth to his swollen dick head as he stroked the last needed friction with his hand.“AAaaaah! Get this knutt bitch! Aaaaah, shit. Open your mouth bitch. Aaaah shit!”Leslie opened her mouth anticipating the gooey salty mix that elicited Jay’s. “More like a churl in rusty armour!” he said to himself.He stopped at the Richards and booked for one night. He went to the room, showered and shaved, walked to the hairdresser and asked whether they’d trim his hair (they would). So he sat for a few minutes, reading The Western Star, the bi-weekly published in Roma.“OK, cowboy, you’re next.”He laughed. “I’ve been camping and working. Do what you can, but not too short.”The rather dumpy, over-weight woman laughed. “No problem, laddie. But I. I was thinking mum never normally makes a fuss about getting me new clothes , jeans an tee shirts normally so I just sat back and watched her as she drove into town getting a peep at her legs an thinking about why she kept saying you be a good boy today no messing or back-chat.We pulled up at a row of shops , no boys shops must be getting her things first I thought as we entered a woman’s clothes shop .there was a young girl behind the till about 18 years old an very good looking with long. He didn’t feel very comfortable about what he was going to be doing next.“I need some help,” Dexter said nervously. He was pretty sure his face had turned beet red.“What can I do for you?”Dexter looked around to see if anyone could overhear him, in a low pitched voice that wouldn’t carry far, he asked, “Where’s a legal brothel?”“There’s nothing in Carson City. You’ll have to get on highway 50 East to a town called Mound House. It’s just across the county line. You’ll see signs for the Moonlight.