Abbey guides Taylor through to the kitchen to mix some shots and drinks. Taylor’s mind is full of doubts and nerves. Here she is in a strange woman�...�s apartment who is obviously expecting sex. But she has never been with another woman. But she feels erotically attracted to her, captivated by her.Abbey’s mind is the opposite: she was thinking of whips and chains, tying Taylor down and hearing her scream. A quick nudge to Abbey showing an image of Taylor running terrified out into the street,. She spent particular attention to his mini false breasts, kneading and squeezing them like they were real flesh. Strangely, Keith began to almost feel like they were, it was like a perception they were his own breasts, feelings from the future or something. The fuck was hard, fast and rough, the burning lust building to a crescendo and it didn't last long at all. But while it lasted, it was superb! The feel of the fuck itself was amplified by the satin and silk surrounding Keith's body, and he. “Excuse me,” I said without touching her.“Yes.”“Are all of those yours?”“Only for tonight. The birthday girl is my daughter.”“How did you get an eighteen-year-old in here?”“Thank you for that. Very smoothly delivered.”“You are welcome. How old is she?”“My baby is turning 30,” she only winced a little when she said that.“Then your daughter’s only a couple of years younger than my daughter and the same age as my son. I would’ve never thought that you could be my age.”“Again, very nicely. Dammit, word really gets around fast when it is about somebody getting shot at.I was in no hurry to get back to the Bar 59 until supper time, so I spent an hour or so in a couple of different saloons. I was asked about it, and I did admit that I was the shootist hired by Rogers. That shows you how naïve I was! As I got older, I learned to keep my mouth shut, but not at this early age. I simply did not know that it would make any difference.Anyway, as I was leaving the second saloon to return to.