Sooo gooood... The shivers passed. She felt weak, used.Oh god.I got off dreaming I let Alexandra collar me again.She felt cold despair run up her spin.... Her gut fell into a bottomless chasm of dread. She reached up to her throat and felt a little relief.No collar. sigh What am I doing? What's happening to me? This isn't like me at all... She slid out of bed. Something dropped over the end. She looked down towards the foot of the bed.What's that?She saw a lacy outfit lying out, ready for her to. "She patted my panty covered ass as I turned to go back through theadjoining closet. She stood in the open doorway and watched as I openeddrawers and took out my underwear. Then placed them into the box beforeshe carried it back to her room.I lay there both aroused and terrified at the same time. Feeling ashamedof being caught, and at the same time I felt relief that she hadpromised to help me further explore my own confused feelings. I'd alwaysfelt some resentment toward girls, I just never. We walked into the place and it was cool enough inside for Elizabeth’s big brown nipples to get instantly hard. They stood out from the thin fabric like pencil erasers. All the men in the place suddenly stopped what they were doing to look at her. She slyly smiled at me and we spotted a booth not far from the pool table. There were several men standing around it, playing. Their eyes transfixed as they watched Elizabeth stroll thru the place. Elizabeth was eyeing the cowboys too, with their. He took another drink from his beer."You here on business Mr. Gibson?" More like pleasure Mr. Simpson. Thought I'd look around the country. I'm staying out at the Torrey place." Ernie's good enough Mr. Gibson. You call me Mister and I feel like a dude from the big city." You can call me Tyler. Mr. Gibson is my father." He picked up the mug of beer and looked around. The saloon was a large rectangular shaped room. Tyler could see a "money wheel" at one end. People made bets as to which number.