As for the brothels, they were little more than disease pits, and the women who worked there were rarely more than walking three-holers.Naturally, wit... a reputation like that, I had to visit! I did leave my long-guns in the hotel and my horse in the stable. I took a $100 stack of eagles ($10 gold coins) and my hand weapons with me as I ventured into the nastier side of San Francisco. All of my pistols were loaded and capped. I had the hammers set to half-cock and ready to draw at a moment's. “You want to be mine. Don’t you doll. It’s OK. I know you do even if you won’t say it just yet. Just know, before the night is over you will tell me. That I am sure of.” It was a cruel question. Lying to him was impossible. She knew she couldn’t do it successfully. She would break. Her body had already begun its betrayal of her. Her lips would soon do the same. This betrayal would be a much deeper one. It was one thing to fantasize about allowing another man to touch her. It was quite another. Johnson?" Pat fished the check out of her jacket. She waved to one of the tellers, who smiled back. "I've already signed it. I need to talk to Mrs. Rabinowitz for a minute." Sure, Momma." Stephanie got in line and Pat headed to the loan her friend's office."Hi Pat, how are you this morning?" Just fine Sarah." Pat answered. "Sarah, sometime when you have a little spare time, could you rough up some figures and costs for different loans? I guess an equity line of credit or perhaps a new mortgage. Understanding the meaning behind his question, she slowly closed her lips around his finger, and gently with apprehension sucked.'Suck harder.'Claire sucked on his finger a little harder, and for a moment she thought about biting it. But with her hands tied and her defenses low, she knew that would be a mistake, and so she complied.Pulling his wet finger from her mouth, he traced it across her cheek and down her neck, before removing it and sucking on it himself once more.Again there was.