We pulled into Mr. Mendoza’s stable shortly after lunch and turned all the animals over to the stable boys. The ladies walked over to the restaurant...while the vaqueros discussed whether to get rooms at the hotel, or stay in the hayloft.Tom, Raphael, and I wandered back through the stables and found Mr. Mendoza at his customary table, working on harnesses. He gave a big grin at our arrival and got up, giving us big hugs and back slaps. Before we got settled in, I told him we were going over to. Senior officers I go around, competitors I go through, junior officers and enlisted men I just roll right over.” I sat forward as she had, putting our faces pretty close together, which I think surprised her. My grin matched hers. “And then you smile that heart-stopping smile and look at them out of those beautiful eyes and they thank you for it. You get where you’re going on your competence, but nobody begrudges it because they’d die to see that smile.” Just for a second I saw the woman she. We spend the whole day like a work detail hard at work, so we soon have three wagons full of grain and hay that we park beside our other wagon after we cover each of them with canvas and tie it down well.While we eat dinner that night I ask Neil, “If you had the chance to get out of this chicken-shit outfit alive, would you take it?”He looks around the table at his friends, smiles, and replies, “I sure would. So will the rest. What have you got going?”“I figure we can load up a few more wagons. Suddenly, he started poking my asshole through the fabric of my pants, sending electric vibes through my body. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. I couldn’t believe how good this man was making me feel. I wanted to stay all night in the bus.He was massaging my cock with one hand and pushing a finger in my asshole with the other. I would have wanted to take my pants off to give him easier access to my body, but since there was a lot of people in the bus, I couldn’t.At one point, in a low.