He had to smile when he walked into the saloon, it was doing a good business and a lot of the customers had the look of cowhands letting off steam. It...was a familiar sight to Dillon. He was standing at the end of the bar with his back to a wall, putting his back to the wall was a habit he’d developed when visiting the saloons as a deputy marshal. There was a cowboy standing to the side of Dillon looking at him intently. Dillon ignored the man’s stare and continued drinking his beer and watching. HE then says:"What's that you little filthy bitch ?" "I can't understand that pig grunting !! " "Tell DADDY what you want , you cum-pig slave ?"With my mouth still opening , & closing , my ragged breathing, coming in short, shuddering, wanton gasps ! i softly say:"Whatever YOU want MASTER !! " HE spits another wet gob in my face, & shouts:"Of course whatever I want , whenever I want it , BUT I need to hear from you , what do you want , what do you need ?" Looking up @ HIM with questioning , BUT. During a night we were both spending at our sweet, warm home apartment, he told me he has to go on a business trip that requires a conference for a full day and night, if I would accompany him, he would make it three days or longer, claiming we have never travelled abroad ever since our relation was strengthened and changed from pure business to a partnership, an intimate relation and pleasure.I approved of it, and it was arranged to go to that country two days ahead of the conference, he said. Your turn...I’ll wait for Emelie,” Drake nodded. I grinned up at Emelie as her eyes widened worriedly. “He’s big,” I mouthed. “So’s Cole, saw him the bathroom,” she mouthed back. “What?” I frowned. Suddenly I felt someone enter me from behind. My mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as Cole pushed himself fully inside me. “Oh god that is good,” Cole moaned. Emelie smirked at me so I rolled her away from me. She pouted at me and I smirked. “Drake,” I gestured. Drake settled himself between her.