With the exception of the toughs, Wanda knew all of the men. Sanchez ignored the assembly and began to fiddle with a button on his shirt. He wore no ...acket, but the shirt was made of silk and was obviously an expensive one. Nevertheless, it had a broad ostentatious collar, and to Wanda's eye, represented an utterly tasteless mode of dressing. The heavy gold chain which he wore about his neck and which nestled in the thick black hair on his chest only confirmed her opinion. She could hardly see. ” she repeated over and over as I pounded into her ass. I twisted her head again to look at her face and I could see wetness on her cheeks as she wept quietly and impossibly I felt my cock grow harder. Her beautiful face, usually adorned with a beatific smile was drawn in a rictus of pain and her eyes plead silently for me to end her torment.Growling I pushed her face into the loam again and leaned forward, using my bulk to help drive my cock home in her abused anus. Over and over I pounded. I just did it. My cock was hard, my mind just enjoying what I was doing. I had never in my life thought about doing this to another guy. “Why don’t you set down,” the man asked, “It gives you a better angle on my cock.”Without thinking once again I did so there I am with a hard cock in my hand that is about three inches from my face. The man doesn’t do anything except stand there giving out a moan once in awhile. I knew that girls and sometimes guys sucked cocks but had never seen it done. For. She told him it was the least she could do since he had already saved her life more than once.The town was thriving because the cattle herds were flowing up non-stop from the southern plains as the cowboys drove their steers to the railhead to escape the drought from almost a year without a good hard rain. The wagon trains from the east were still arriving even though it was getting close to that magic cut off week that meant no more wagons headed west to the lofty mountains and the clogged.