As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bott...e of whiskey in the other.The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance ... Never really wanted to."A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started. He was so excited he couldn't even start slow! He pumped her, all the way down to his balls and pulling all the way out, with each stroke, entering her over and over again until he his dick found a sweet rhythm and pumped her pussy. I got even closer and he told her to open her ass with her hands, and Ben said,"Babe, do you think her pussy is wet now?" He stopped fucking while I looked at his cock half way in her wet cunt, and no matter how many times I've seen it, it still fucking excites me.. He hated this stupid game that got him into this situation in the firstplace. Most of all he hated his two captors that he knelt before."Why was I so reckless," he thought in horror at the situation he wasin, tied up like a slave used and abused like a common whore."Now you may be hoping that you'll be rescued. You won't be. We're sofar into the woods that nobody will ever suspect us of having a littlesissy slave like you," Bob snickered."Now I'm going to untie your legs so you can walk the. "That's so unlike me," I thought. "Like letting a group of young boys fuck me in the back seat of a car."I thought about all the nasty things that Sheila, Gregg, Lisa and her friends had done to me at the Winters' house. I did those things because it was either that or go to jail. My memory of those things was very vivid and real. "But I wasn't under any threat the night of Lisa and Tracy's party, just like last night. Why were those memories like a dream than reality?"I began to think that I.