" The hell, you say? Ain't no Injun gonna smartmouth me." As he said this, he started to draw his gun. Damned if it wasn't an old Colt Navy, converted...to fire cartridges in .38 caliber.Now, I had no intention of getting into a fight, but I was not about to let somebody draw on me, either, even with a weapon as much of an antique at that one was. I pulled my pistol and put a bullet into the middle of his chest. I'm sure that he was killed on the spot, but I never had the chance to check. He did. After a few minutes of talking I went and sat back down. The music was playing and people were dancing and here I sat bored to death. From the corner of my eye I can see one of the men I was talking to approach the table. "Come on let's dance" Derek said invitingly. I looked at my husband who just sat there and said nothing and I said " Ok, let's go!" We walked to the dance floor and started dancing apart at first and gradually moving closer to each other till his hands were around my waist and. When I saw downwards I saw her huge cleavge...my dick started erecting as I haven't saw such a big huge cleavage till then and that to so closely...she saw me doing that.suddenly I removed my eyes from there but she knew wati wanted from her so she grab my pant and pulled me down..and told me that do u know why I called u by the name Lulli... Then I asked why then she told me that in her city they Lulli means small penis. I was in surprised but now I also understand what she wants from me...I. All she did was moan and groan and sigh and complain about whatshe had to do. It wasn't like Sonya was being forced into anything! She hadsigned the Slave's Contract of her own free will - well, and maybe after abottle or two of wine. Mistress Martine looked at Sonya. "Stand up straight girl, and pullthat damn hair out of your face." Sonya tried to stand up taller and she brushed her long, golden locks fromher face. Martine looked at that hair. It was beautiful, no doubt about it,but it was.