As they saddled up, Porter was surprised to find Leeza riding beside him. She kept her silence until they were far away from the garrison. She refused...to look anywhere but face forward. She moved her beast close to his after a bit, which was an invitation to speak.Porter took the initiative and asked with appropriate formality, “How may I be of service, Leeza?”“It is not you who may be of service, but me,” she said in a quiet voice that did not carry far.“The captain values his commission and. No luck, but I took the key, anyway.I looked at the books in the bookcase. taking each one out and riffling through the pages, hoping to find a useful loose paper. Again, no luck. A search of the filing cabinets yielded the same result. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to find anything useful.At this point, the marshal walked in. He asked what I was doing. I told him what I had told the JP and that I had the JP's permission to be here. He grunted, said good luck, and left.I decided to. His heart jumped inresponse. "Ooh", she purred, "I bet I know what you'd like." Bringing herhand up to her mouth and licking thumb and forefinger, "I bet you'd loveto know what this feels like," followed by another giggle as the handmade its return journey.His heart raced, and then jumped again as he dreamed the sensation,fingers on pliant flesh, and pliant flesh springing to arousal from theprodding of nimble fingers. Her fingers began to roam, widening the scopeof her self-exploration,. Sensing that Bill was not going to provide himwith any clothes, he began looking through his wife?s suitcase. Hefound some plain white panties, a pair of pale blue shorts and a whitet-shirt and decided that they would do. He went to the shower and tookoff his wife?s bikini; although he had been conscious of it on somelevel, he now fully realized for the first time that his cock was hard.He wondered what that was about, then decided it had been an involuntaryreaction to Sam?s stimulation of.