Miguel never attempted to defend himself and Emerson had sent him crashing over backwards in his chair. Sam Cook, the town Marshall, and an occupant o... a nearby table, had grabbed Emerson and dragged him from the room. Emerson spent that night in jail and the next morning was placed on a stage headed East. Feeling the stage halt, Emerson opened his eyes, and met those of Carmella Casey looking at him. He knew that he would have to face the people of Morgantown at some point. Emerson decided. A bit more than surprised. It wasn't like her to take the initiative. It was an indicator of how strong the feelings were. But she was naked. That shocked me practically out of my skin. I've always been very good with putting things to words, and it takes a lot to make me speechless. This did."I ... you ... you're naked." Gee, thanks Captain Obvious.She smiled, moved down me, and pulled my underwear off. "So're you."I remembered at that point the movie Silver Streak, starring Gene Wilder, Jill. Theresa knew what she was doing to me and I'll bet she was getting off on it as much as I was. I allowed my hands to roam over Theresa ass as I pulled her hard against me. She let out a little moan and I immediately wished that I had her alone somewhere.Another fast tune spoiled our slow grind. I was tempted to not let Theresa go but I finally realized that this was the wife of another man. I momentarily imagined Craig walking into bar and finding Theresa and me grinding our privates together. I obediently licked her feet and sucked her toes for what seemed like hours, so humbled with what I was being placed in my mouth – a sexy PVC clad dominant Mistresses feet.Every so often my Mistress would casually withdraw her toes from my mouth and swirl her foot teasingly around my face, placing her wet saliva covered toes on the top of my forehead and then slowly rubbing them down my face, over my eyes and then my nose until they resumed position on my wanton tongue.?So slave is your f-o-o-t.