I was here for her not the other way around. And that we would only do what she wanted not what I wanted. If it happened we wanted the same things the... so much the better. I guess I should describe Sarah as she is a small woman about 5’5” tall thin with just enough hips to leave no doubt she was a very sexy woman. Her light skin was framed with dirty blonde hair about shoulder length. Her breasts, which at this point I had not seen, were a C cup and firm as any young woman’s would be. No sag. Elsie knew these photos and video clips would find their way onto seamier sex web sites. Too taboo for YouTube perhaps, but it would garner thousands of hits on NIP sites. But she was in no way identified and her identity was a secret known only to herself while her exposed, voluptuous body would be known ( and jerked off to ) by thousands, maybe millions of horny guys, boys and old men. Elsie approached orgasm just thinking about that. She was exposed but not exposed, naughty and nice, dirty. The four men met once again for their weekly poker game at Bart’s saloon. Pete Quigley and Joshua Anderson were in their reserved seats against the wall. The other two places were occupied by Mayor Dan Coleman and Doctor Stone, the fourth regular member.The game was a friendly one. Table stakes and a $5.00 limit. Professional gamblers couldn’t be bothered at this level. But if they had been, they would have been surprised at the expertise of the players. All four were experts, and these. We had just finished lunch. I had been playing with him all through lunch with my stocking clad toes, pressing them against his magnificent cock that extended down his pants leg. I stroked it with my toes under the table. I slipped my shoe back on and he led me up to our room where we began undressing each other. I unbuckled his slacks and dropped them to the floor. I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft stroking it. Not Allen’s, but Jacques’ thick shaft.That’s right. Jacques has called me.