I was rubbing her breasts and nipples with my soapy hands, moving them in opposition to each other when someone banged on the door."Hey, hurry it up i... there, there's only so much hot water," Cate reminded us, even though I doubted the hotel's water heater was that small.Blushing, I turned the water off and took some time soaping down every inch of the lovely pale redhead (her bush, if anyone is interested, was as red as her hair, although she kept it trimmed into a small landing strip). As I. I could notice from across the table how massive were her tits. Huge and full, and juicy. We got to know each other a bit and we even flirted. Even her voice was sexy. She had a posh British accent, which was both uncommon, and to my liking. Oh, my mind was racing at the thought of having her. Even right then and there.I didn't, though. I was the first after Ronnie to leave the table, helping a bit with the dishes, and then I went to the bathroom. When I came back, everyone was in the living. "Davy, are you ok? You keep rubbing your forehead." Yeah, just a headache, I guess it's from staring at all the paperwork I had to fill out." I've got some Advil if want some, Davy," Cindy said, as she reached down into her purse and felt around for the bottle of Advil she always carried. Finding it, she pulled it out and handed the bottle to him.Taking the bottle, he said, "Thank you Cindy," He opened the bottle and poured four of them out in his hand. Snapping the lid on, he handed the bottle. “The other letter I received yesterday was from an old friend of mine, in Pinos Altos, just south of San Vicente. Apparently, there is a small group of pro-slavers in the area. My friend says a cannon was fired off just outside of town and he’s worried that the pro-slavers are going to use it on the anti-slavers in the area.“Once you get your two Deputies moving west to pick up the prisoners, I’d like you to ride up to Pinos Altos and quietly investigate what’s going on. That’s a bench.