My loneliness, depression, and anger poisoned me. Toss in hundreds of hours of forced psychiatrist sessions and prescription anti-depressants that did...’t do jack-shit, and my life lost its light.What I’m about to tell you is something that I have not told anyone. I was so desperate for relief that I even took a blade to my own flesh. It was not a suicide attempt, but I was hoping that I could cancel out my inner pain with outer pain.”I showed her the scars on my arm and Angel placed her hand on. They insult our wimmen, bust up our onlyest saloon, drink everythin' that come in a bottle and take quick offense if a man so much as looks at 'em funny! They don't even pay for their liquor after the first round, and Moe, the barkeep, counts hisself lucky to git that much!All a' that was before Marshal Marshall come to the Territory.Now, Marshal Marshall, he was a man's man. He was tall in the saddle and had shoulders on him so wide that when he first rode into town from the west, he like t'. "Tony darling you look a bit flushed, are you sure you are feeling well.? Let me take you somewhere where you can relax and rest a bit!."Tony still in a bit of a daze found himself being escorted by Izzie to some stairs, and then he realised he was in a bedroom and Izzie was very expertly undressing him, accompanied by a few passionate kisses, some hugging and some very expert groping on his now very hard erection. Tony tried to protest but he had to admit quietly that he was enjoying her. “Oh, damn, I am just on fire. Let’s switch places.”“But she’s going to make me cum again,” Stefani moaned. “I’m pregnant. I need all the orgasms I can get.”“Then you can sit on my face while your mother eats me out,” I told her, licking my lips. “I’ll give you all the cums you need.”“You are the fucking best,” she moaned. Then she gasped. “Oh, damn, Mommy-slut!”“Did she suck on your clit?” I asked.She nodded her head, her eyes squeezing shut. “Oh, Mommy-slut, you have to stop. You have to.