"A gentleman should always dress for dinner with a fine lady," Dillon bowed to Juanita. "And those cowhands just naturally respect a man that's better...dressed and don't have cow dung on their boots." Wouldn't be a certain widow that you get dressed up for, now would it Dillon?" Juanita smile and then laughed at Dillon when he blushed."I ... eh ... I don't know what you mean," Dillon stuttered.Tom laughed and said, "That dog won't hunt son. Everybody in town knows about you and Emma." Well, hell. I then moved over to her and then put my hand on her thigh, she was trembling but still not moving. Daringly my hand started stroking up and down and around her leg and very quickly realized that she was not wearing any undies! My hand moved to her tummy and stroked her bare skin, my cock was now fully erect knowing that we were both naked. I then moved my hand up to her small but damn sexy B cup breasts and began squeezing and feeling her. The trembling had died down and she was now lying. I’m the Queen and you’re the slave. If you don’t do everything I say, I’ll lock you up again. Do you understand the rules?”“Yes.”“OK, slave, let me get the keys.” She walked back to the sofa, bent over the back, lifted her leg in the air and rummaged around in her backpack. Bobby could see her panties and he was enthralled. She came back, twirling the keys on her finger. She smiled as she unlocked the cuffs one at a time.“Now slave, I am going to return to my throne, crawl behind me and. She looked up at him and smiled."I wonder how many babies you have stored in there. Perhaps you have given me one already?"Tony was a bit shocked at the thought and it showed on his face."Never mind Tony If my husband can not be bothered to come on his honeymoon, why should I care anyway how will he know?"Tony sat up and took her in his arms, he kissed her and lay her back down on the bed he entered her again as gently as he could. She was still very wet and surprisingly very tight. He moved.