With a strong handshake, he offered no introduction of his name as he invited me in and both locked and chained the door behind me. He was about 6'4, ...10 pounds, perhaps half Hispanic and half Caucasian. Pretty imposing physically, muscularly defined, ruggedly handsome, loaded with all these scary tattoos on his chest and arms. He only wore a white hotel towel cinched around his waist. He was a little intimidating at first, but his nonchalant and casual demeanor had me relaxed enough to do. After a few more minutes the first woman tried to grab the cup and gulp down more water. She was weak and couldn’t hold on very tightly, so I slowly fed her more water. Soon all three were responding to my care.“It’s going to be all right now,” I said. “Just relax and let the water do its work. My brothers are coming back with our wagon and then we’ll have plenty of water and food for you. Right now, just take it easy. I’m Paul O’Dell.”The first woman tried to speak but couldn’t do more than. I wanted the holsters as stiff as he could make them, so I could pull my pistol faster, and I wanted the trigger guard exposed for the same reason.We agreed on a two and a half inch wide belt with the holsters attached in the Mexican way, which meant the holsters had loops at the back and slipped onto the belt. I told him the rig needed to be black, but he should use his own good judgment to decorate it. I didn’t know at the time that Anna already had the decorating ideas for him.I was back at. “Undo her nice feet...” He demanded and I followed his orders.Once free, my loving wife immediately wrapped her legs around him, pulling his shaft deeper her wet cunt than I had ever been.He pulled the mask off her eyes and yelled at her: “I want you to look me in the eyes, bitch, while I fuck you…”Ana did not seem to care about his age and she stared at him…That nigger bastard was now almost buried all the way in my wife´s cunt… and he still had a couple of inches to go.But he suddenly pulled.