The gunman's friend was let off, because he hadn't become involved. Dillon asked the third man to take the prisoner to the jail."But, Matthew," the th...rd man said, "you knows I'd just rather beat them as look at 'em. Why don't you let me take care of their ornery hides? I'll teach them to mo-lest little old ladies. That just makes me so mad I could smoke a pickle!"It was Festus Haggan making the racket. Now Festus said he could make it so they'd never find the body, but Marshal Dillon insisted.. Mister Lewis, I’m Henry Wilcox, one of the Board. Um, you don’t plan on buying Stanford, do you?”I grinned. “No. Unless you’ve got it for sale, that is. I’m always looking for a good investment or two, since my projected earnings over the next ten years are about 10% of the annual GDP of the State of California. Sandy, don’t look at me like that. You and Len will be worth close to five hundred million or more in those same ten years. That’s why I invested in your company and wrote that software. He could feel the firm, heavy mounds of her big breasts pressing against his chest as she drew him close, her hand still latched onto his throbbing cock. “I was thinking the same thing,” he murmured as she tilted her head, closing her eyes as their lips touched. Her lips were soft and warm, parted slightly as the kiss began, and then parting more as her delicate pink tongue, soft and wet, slid into his mouth to find his own. He slipped his arms around her trim waist and pulled her closer to him. Soon I was kneeling on the floor. All the time I knew that if I cried out I would get the ruler again.When I was on my knees he released me. My cock and balls felt bruised but I was stiff. I was only small but I had never been stiff like this before.He opened his dressing gown and I looked instinctively at the movement. I could see the crotch of his pyjama trousers were bulging. He grabbed my hair again, I was starting to learn that this was a favourite tactic of his. He pulled back so I was.