I was in deep shit.I was sweating, but also felt a sense of relief; I knew that I hadn’t “really” done anything that bad.“She’s just a frien... I chat with sometimes; we’ve never even met.”“Yes. I’ve read those chats. I never knew that I was frigid, or that I couldn’t give a blow job to save my life. Funny, I don’t remember hearing any complaints.”Shit, I thought, just how much did she read? I hoped that she hadn’t read... “And since when do you have to masturbate? When do you find the time,. "Julia said, "There will be a prize. I want to motivate LOTS of guys, so I'm going to be the prize. The winner gets me in his bed overnight, to do whatever he wants with."I totally lost my rhythm. Even Donna stopped looking at me, to look in shock at Julia.Mom and Carol both spoke at the same time. One said, "I don't think that's a good idea." | The other said, "Cool. I want to be a prize too." You can probably work out for yourself who said what.Julia laughed, "Mark will be the winner,. I also realized that I hadshot all over myself and the sheets unknowingly. But I knew there was moreto come and I feigned sleep awaiting my assignation to Bernie's will. Imust have dozed off. My next memory is of Bernie's body pressing againstmy back, his hard 10" cock snugly wedged between my legs, massaging theback of my testicles. "Are you awake, Stas?" he whispered. "Yes, Bernie. What time is it? How long have you been in bed?" Iresponded. "About 15 minutes, Stas. I've been laying here. Hank and Bill went to the restaurant for dinner and dropped into the saloons to hear the latest news.Mostly, they heard what they already knew, but there was one item of interest. There was a woman north of town who was trying to run her ranch alone, since her husband was killed by rustlers. She had offered a $50 reward for the men who had killed him. This wasn't the kind of money that they were used to getting, but, what the hell, they didn't have any other prospects right then.They got.