I just felt like I was being smothered by that much humanity.We didn't know exactly when we crossed over the line into the Oklahoma panhandle, but we ...ould tell the difference when we walked into our first saloon in a town over the line. The place just seemed tougher and full of hard cases. It seemed like every man carried more than one gun, some even had three or four pistols stuck into their belts. I even saw one man carrying a pistol on a leather thong hung around his neck. And that doesn't. She was much more sensitive there than she had ever realized and little tingling thrills began to dart through her, trickling down into her pelvis to create a hot liquid pool between her thighs.Her hips arched up of their own volition, her body controlling her responses, and all the time the nagging craving at the heart of her was building to an unbearable level and she was making little impatient sounds she couldn't quell. When I finally touched her cunt where she most needed to be touched,. "Don't. Say. Another. Word," I warned again.She laughed, without humour. You still can't stand the thought of your baby brother touching me, can you?" Shell!" I yelled. "ENOUGH!" Everything was a rage muddled mess, once more."Isn't that why you left me? Because he wanted a toy to play with? - You gave me up! Like I was a toy!"I launched myself at her, attacking her lips with a ferocity I hadn't thought possible. I took, and I bit and I consumed."You. Are. Mine," I growled against her bruised. " "Maybe if you pay me my fair share. How much did you sell them for?" "F-five pounds." "You cunt! Five pounds? I'm worth more than that!" Paul went to take his wallet out, but I had an idea. "Tell you what, Saturday night you can host a bukkake party. Twelve select men, charge them £50 a head, and I'll split the takings eighty twenty with you." He looked at me, not sure if I was serious or not. "Take that money you've already made, get masks for all the men to wear, make it anonymous. And.