” “But you travel all over the world. You will probably never be back this way,” I said, wishing I were wrong. “There are ways around that, yo... know: The phone, Internet, take you with me, and don’t forget, since I do travel, it will be easy for me to come back here. I love it here.” I could tell from the look on his face that he meant what he said. All of a sudden, I just couldn’t help myself. I blurted out, “I adore you, Jim Stewart. I can’t help it. I’ve watched you for years, and felt that. My hips are working, rocking against that tight mouth. My fingers are latched into his hair as I assault that mouth. His lips suck and pull at me as I thrust in, plundering, pushing against the back of his throat. I hold tight and feel the squeeze from the sides and the pressure on my head. I ache deep, and can feel the tightening in my balls. They heat and boil, churn. I impale that wet hole, thrusting, my body aching for the sweet release that is building. His hands slide along my legs, and. I went to the saloon across the street from the train station to see if the bartender might have any word on a job I'd be interested in.Shit! From what the bartender had to say, the job prospects here were no better than down south. I visited a dozen more saloons with no better prospects until I was getting pretty discouraged. I was visiting my 14th saloon and talking to the bartender when this guy in fancy duds leans on the bar and says to me, "Son, I couldn't he'p hearin' ya talking ta the. The strap around her waist was snug but not uncomfortable, giving her just a little wiggle room, but not enough to roll over. Finally, he pulled from the bedside drawer a gag - shaped just like a baby's dummy, which he pushed gently into her mouth, fastening the strap around her head. The gag was not uncomfortable - it was shaped well to her mouth and a small hole through the centre enabled her to breathe freely.Once everything was in place he brought the blankets up to cover her, tucking them.