Tell me why?”“I’ll give you a list in no particular order.”“Okay.”“I certainly have the room. Where you’re living now doesn’t suit w...ere the beautiful woman I love should live. Your roommates are ... well, your slutty roommates. I guess I did save the biggest reason for last.”“Hit me with it.”“I can’t stand being apart from you. I know you work and you’ll be gone during the days, and I’d never stop you from working if you choose. But I want to wake up in the morning knowing you’re here. I want. ’ ‘What about the law? Couldn’t the Sheriff or Marshal protect you?’ ‘Nope. The Sheriff was with the cattlemen and the Marshal was on the sheep men’s side. Either way I wasn’t gonna get any help from the law.’ ‘What did you do?’ ‘The Sheriff and two men came out to the cabin the next morning lookin for me. I hid my horses in a holler and hunkered down in a cave in the hill behind the cabin. They looked around, saw the new grave and rode off. Later that morning the Marshal and two deputies came. He had just hung up the phone from arranging a date for the upcoming Friday evening when Fergus Meyers and Tim Carroll entered his office.“That went well,” Fergus said.Tim said, “Very well.”“Now that you’ve been fired, it looks like you need a job.”“Yes, I’ve been giving some thought to that.”“I know the plan was for you to purchase two shares and serve in an advisory role for a small salary, but you can scale up now.”“No. I’ve got too much to do, to be here full time.”“What are you going to do. He started fucking me and calling me a whore. After ten or fifteen thrusts my ass was far more pliable. I was totally open to him. He used my hole and fucked my cunt really good. My hands left my own cock and gripped Master Bo’s cock and balls in an effort to stifle his orgasm. It was to no avail. Master Bartholomew gasped deeply and then yelled “Lick my balls you little fag-boy slave! Suck my dick you fucking bitch!” I let go of his balls and tilted my head to make sure his cock shot in my.