He looked down and noticed for the first time that the rawhide hammer guard on the Patron's pistola had been slipped off. He finally made his decision..."I will ride there immediamente Patron, to look weeth my own ojos for some strays. Eef I find them, I weel breeng them back to thees corral." Well don't take all day about it, because I'm gonna send em over to the reservation today. I need to have myself a little jawboning session with Miguelito and his band. If what I heard is true, he'll sure. “No problem, we have all night to do everything and anything you want.”“What about your wants?” he asked.“I don’t really have much experience so for now just assume that my wants are exactly what my man wants.” I answered.“Fair enough.” He said smiling at me. He opened the car door and got out. I used the passenger vanity mirror to check my face. I took out my lipstick and applied another coat. The feeling of lipsticked lips sliding up and down a nice juicy cock is one I resolved never to. Her hands themselves felt wonderful as she flexed her fingers. Slowly she slid them over her shoulders, down her arms, over her firm, small breasts and longish, distended nipples (those were new!), down her flat, firm stomach and into her lap.It did take not much for her to have her hands-on orgasm. That was never her problem, after all. Relieved and excited, she nonetheless slid back under her covers and wrapped them snugly about her nude form. She still had a few hours of sleep to finish. “Why, my pet, you are wet. Did you ask my permission, Mia?” “No, Master, I did not ask your permission. I could not help myself. When I saw you, it just happened. Please, I beg of you, Sir, to forgive me.” I could feel my tears building, but it didn’t stop my pussy from getting wetter. Taking my hand, my Master led me over to the beautiful, walnut, four poster bed. He turned me to face him. He kissed my lips and then whispered in my ear. “You may scream and kick, as I am going to blister your.