I did make it back to Cheyenne before dark, and got my receipts from Marshal Brady. I paid him $2 to take care of returning the stolen horses, and I s...ld the rest. With the rewards and everything else, I now had enough money to join The Cheyenne Social Club. That night, I had a great meal and some very pleasant female company. Now, this was the way to live!I was already starting to get a reputation around Cheyenne as a man not to be messed with. Furthermore, my next capture sealed my reputation. She is now 46 and she is very independent financially now and she is in a good position her husband is nice but has issues and does not do anything now her children are well settled She is 5’3 or so very fair good looking even now hmmm too sexy toooo and with a very nice figure 36 34 34 and full of oomph and dam sexy looks and she still wears saries most and sometimes dresses and in sarees she is sexy with her fair waist visble with round globes from side. I had always enjoyed the company and. ‘Mike, take this. It’s too cold anyway,’ she said handing the still steaming mug to Michael. Abigail frowned at the steaming cup of coffee. Michael just shrugged and began to sip it gingerly. The girl looped her arm through Abigail’s as if they’d been best friends for years and led her to another alcove with coffee machines and snack dispensers. After a few minutes, they both had fresh mugs of coffee and were back on their way to the third floor waiting room. Abigail made herself comfortable. She sets her purse down on the table and smiles, crooked teeth show but I could care less. She kneels down and takes my entire cock down her throat in one swift motion. I’m holding the joint in my left hand and place my right hand on her head. I control her depth, her speed. Rebecca sucks tightly, yet sloppy. She has not said a word, she has been cock-starved for too long.Her primal instincts are kicking in right now, her sole purpose is my cock and to make sure her lover is satisfied. Rebecca.