’ — After dinner the four men sat at the table with a drink and a cigar. The moon glowed over the smooth water of the slow flowing river. The heat...of the day had been replaced by the cool of the evening. ‘Well, I’m calling it a day,’ announced Harry Samuels. ‘Okay, Harry, we’ll see you at breakfast,’ replied Bertie. Ian, and Nigel both raised their glasses at Harry, they were engaged in a game of backgammon. ‘I saw the most interesting girl today.’ Ian looked up from the game. Nigel nodded.. Give 'im all of the water he wants, but don't let 'im drown!"They moved to some shade and set and splinted the rustler's broken leg. One of the dead rustlers turned out to be worth $25, so they tied him to one of the saddles to take with them. Walter Scott was tied to the other saddle with some consideration for the pain in his broken leg, but not enough to give him room to escape. The third rustler was left to the scavengers.The ranch where the chase had started was on the way, so they stopped. "He took the ball gag away from my face. My first instinct was to screamout, but his words echoed in my ear, "...you will live to regret it."I was speechless; I had no idea what to say."How about a hello, slut?"I only squeaked out, "Hello K-K-Ken."WHACK!! He spanked my ass with his hand as hard as he could."What did I tell you slut??"I stammered with my response, "I-I-I am s-sorry, Sir." That's better, cunt. Don't make me tell you again. Now, isn't theresomething else you want to say?"Tears. Once Jack left I was groped pretty well, to his amusement, while trapped between him and the cop car. My panties were in the back seat of Jack’s car and part of his loads were running down my thighs. If he was going to fuck me we wouldn’t need any lube at all.He talked about a few things but mostly about being caught like this and what it would mean if he did write a citation for us…the embarrassment for Jack. While he did this – after fondling me pretty well – I watched as he removed his.