Football star, Darren's mind registered."Oh, hi. I'm Darren. I'm afraid I don't know your name, sir," Darren put on his best host face and smile."Brad...is just leaving," Stephanie said, taking advantage of the interruption and pushing past the hulk. She stared the man down."Oh, come on, Stephy. It doesn't have to be like this," Brad smiled. "I'm Brad Vincent. Stephy and I were good friends in high school." He emphasized the good part."A pleasure," Darren said holding out his hand. He kept the. She could hear Dawn’s moans get louder and louder. Once the initial rhythm had been established, Bill lifted Susan’s head by her hair and looked into her eyes for the first time tonight. “You’ve got at least 20 minutes of fucking to go and it’s going to get harder and faster. The people here want to see and hear what a well punished slut in heat is like. Don’t disappointment me or them. Oh, and if you allow yourself to cum, it will be the last time you cum anywhere near me. Understand?” The. And back and forth for a whole movie and a half, in the meantime I was keeping an eye on Marty in the backseat. She was holding her own against John, as far as I could tell he had copped a few minor feels on the outside of her blouse, that and a few so-so kisses were all he was getting tonight. She would catch me looking in the rear view mirror and smile and wink. Sally and I were busy playing with each other when: "OW that hurt, what the fuck is wrong with you?", followed by a slap. Marty was. Most cow hands can't afford a weapon like this." Most cowboys don't carry $40 in gold coins either," Sam agreed. Opening the tobacco pouch he took a sniff. "Most can't afford this good a tobacco."Sam handed Clay the gold coins. "Reckon the Colt and those coins rightfully belong to you," he said and with a smile added, "His horse too; but I'll hold on to the tobacco. And it's a favor I'm doin you; y'all too young for that vice."Clay shook his head and in spite of the circumstances, laughed at.