He watched the sagebrush flats roll by, the rock piles and stunted apple trees and lilacs marking where earlier homestead efforts had withered from la...k of water. Wolf Creek was a seasonal stream, its waters peaking at flood runoff in early spring. In summer it dwindled until the thirsty gravel alluvial fan stretching outward from the canyon mouth absorbed all the surface flow. Most summers found the creek bed empty where Wolf Creek emptied into the Methow River, but upstream from the canyon. "Hello Madam Delmont," the receptionist said as they entered the salon."We have been expecting you. Mr. Henri will be with you shortly."Mr. Henri showed up seconds later dressed in tight fitting black velvetslacks and wearing a bright silk shirt with tropical flowers imprintedon it."Oh Madam Delmont it is so nice to finally meet you face to face. Oh,and is this the precious little sissy you were telling me about? Why heis absolutely gorgeous."Agatha drew Mr. Henri off to the side where Paul. But she didn't.She let herself be dragged into the locker room. Several other football players were already there, naked, with their pricks hanging between their hairy legs."Look what we've got, guys," Louie said. "It's a Marston girl, looking for dick."They crowded around her. She counted quickly. Nine of them. All big and athletic. Not enough for a decent fight, if she were interested in fighting. But enough for a rousing gang bang.And gang-bang her they did. Louie ripped off her jersey and. The string bikini was lying on the floor and my wife was on her hands and knees on the marital bed. A muscular man was between her spread legs, his ass gyrating as he thrust his hard cock in and out of her pussy. Another man was sitting in the chair beside the bed watching my sexy wife been fucked. He was jerking on his dick. Nobody of them saw me watching from the door."Get on the bed, I want to suck you while he fucks me…" Ana commanded the second guy. Then he climbed onto the bed and lay.