Make him cum hard. Make him blow his jizz all over your mouth."Following Cat's example, Meaghan and Aimee said phrases like, "You can do it. Suck his ...ock good! Make him cum!"Skylar actively did so."Ohhh!" I groaned often and my breathing was increasingly faster and louder."Keep going," encouraged Cat. "I know his sound. He's almost ready to explode." Oh, yeah," I grumbled out. The sensations were getting too intense, so I was losing my verbal ability.The external world became non-existent. I. To my relief, the coin I pulled out was era-appropriate. I tossed it onto the bar. The saloonkeeper put a bottle of whiskey onto the table."Join me, Deputy?" I asked.He didn't mind if he did. None of this "on duty" nonsense for Fuzzy Q. Jones."So what brings you to town, stranger?" Fuzzy asked, downing his first glass.I was about to explain when we were interrupted by a voice booming across the room."So you're what passes for the law in these parts?"We looked over to see two men standing in the. Blood splattering everywhere! He held up his arms to try and protect himself, calling her crazy. He tried to grab the poker from her but couldn't get a good grasp on it. She just hit him over and over again like in some kind of trance without even thinking.And then all the yelling and screaming and crying stopped and there was silence. Dead silence.Quiet overcame the room. His body lay there on it's back in front of the fireplace. She stared in horror now at what she had done. Then she. Finally she arrived. 3:50, she thought, not bad."Madame Davis?" the receptionist asked as Stephanie walked through the door."Yes." Very good, Janice is just finishing up. If you'd like to take a seat in room 4, she will be with you in just a moment." The young woman pointed down the hallway.Stephanie nodded and walked to room 4 and opened the door. One wall was a huge mirror. A window allowed the sunshine in. Stephanie slipped her coat off and hung it up on the rack by the door. She stepped.