It was rough, very rough.The innkeeper asked, "What would you like?" I'm interested in your women."The innkeeper laughed, "So is everybody. One dollar...and you can sample one." How many do you have?" One dollar, this isn't a newspaper."I walked toward the backdoor. "Go out the front."I continued out the back. I circled around to the front. I saw a man holding a rifle in the woods outside the roadhouse. I circled the stable. In the stable a man got on my horse.I moved quickly and garroted the. I wanted to ask if you and Anne will be home tonight. I'd like to come by and talk to you alone. Can we do that?" Far as I know. I'll probably see Anne this afternoon; I'll check with her. If there's a problem, can I call you?"She gave me her number and her e-mail address and said goodbye.When she knocked, Anne opened the door. "Hi, Sigrid. I'm Anne Stilwell." Yes. Thanks for letting me come."She's Anne's height, quite slim, really short black hair that curls, doesn't kink, and blue eyes. Small. She nearly gasped as it slid in. It really was bigger and harder than she thought a guy this old could be. Truth was, it felt good. James loved it as well. He could feel her silky wet pussy snug around him as he slipped inside her. She was much tighter than he thought she would be. After all, she WAS a hooker. But he loved the way she felt. She began to move her body up and down on him. Every once in a while she would swirl her hips around while she had him buried inside her. She loved it and. "Please, Sir, I need to cum." Not yet, little one. Patience!"I let out a soft cry, patience was never one of my virtues!You leave the room and leave me to stew a bit. You come back with a pair of nipple clamps and start to roll my nipples between your fingers. Once my nipples are hard and ready you slide them on and tighten them about halfway. "OOHHH," I moan between gasps.You smile down at me. "Good girl." You leave the room yet again to get something else, knowing the waiting and teasing is.