But something was not right. The technique was not the same. He opened eyes to see what was going on. The only light in the room was a nightlight in t...e bathroom. Between his legs her saw a head moving up and down on his shaft. Golden glints of hair could be seen in even this dim a light.“Melissa?” he said hoarsely.“Shh,” she whispered. “We don’t want to wake your wife.”Ember was lying next to him, but he could not tell if she were awake or not. Melissa had pulled all the covers off the bed,. We do have a telegraph office here.”“How close are we to a railroad?”“Chillicothe is almost a four day ride. Huntington is less than a day’s ride, but the railroad there heads southwest.”“Bart!” came a scream from the distance. Looking up Bart saw a vision of beauty wearing a blue dress and matching blue bows in her hair. She was running out of the hotel and straight toward them. From five feet away the young woman launched herself into his arms.With a grin Zeke remarked, “Well, in the saloon. They then proceeded to secure her ankles at a painfully wide angle causing her cunt lips to part. Sophie felt her juices begin to flow and soon her cunt was wet and dripping with her sweet nectar-like cum. Finally one guard secured a gag over Sophie's sensual mouth, not tightly but enough to muffle her screams whilst the man who had led them onto the stage addressed the assembly.“Now we’ve got a really nice piece on offer.” He began and turned to Sophie's helpless body. “Nineteen years old. Clearly I had mistaken her calmness the evening before, because now she was full of rage and venom, aghast at the idea of her fucking another man, and very put out with me for suggesting such a thing. She made it clear that at no time, now or ever, would she engage in such "adulterous shenanigans." She shut me down hard.So, I went away and licked my wounds, but it seemed there was no way forward for me, no way to get Louise to cuckold me. So, I invented a coping mechanism. Our sex life was.