He said "OK, why not let's start with you sucking me off?" and I got off the couch and down on my knees in front of him. I reached up and undid then p...lled down his trousers and briefs. He lifted his hips to help me. His erect member bounced up as the elastic of his briefs came down and I felt a lurch in my chest as I saw it again. Mick has a very attractive cock. I pulled his clothing completely off so he could comfortably spread his legs and then knelt up closer, grasped his shaft and took. Fortunately, it only took two shots to put them out of action, so I was able to shift my attention to the one remaining bandit on his feet. The powder smoke had given my position away, so he knew where to shoot.He managed to get off one shot as I was lining up a shot on him. Pa had always said that your first shot doesn't have to kill, but it has to hit. Well, I still had plenty of bullets left in my Henry, so I wasn't worried about running out of ammunition any time soon. I snapped a shot at. Finally, he rose to his feet and brusquely pulled his tool out of his slaves' mouth."Lick it clean, bitch." He slapped her face with his cock, now soft but still extended a good six inches. Truth be known, there was precious little to clean up, but she did her duty and avidly licked his cock, and his balls, lapping up every bit of cum, sweat, and man musk that she could. This was so much better than fantasy, so much better than their cybersex games and nasty phone chats, as fun as those had. “I might do that after I get you tattooed and pierced,” my husband told me that once I passed certain milestones and demonstrated my obedience, he would get me pierced and permanently tattooed to show his ownership. It felt surreal like he was kidding when we first started talking about it, but I craved reaching that point. I agreed and told him that would be his choice. I secretly hoped he didn’t get me tattooed on the face, but I just told him I no longer wanted choices, and he would decide.