She dropped the harness and stood there all gorgeous. Your turn Chris. A deals a deal whatever you want. Now going through my mind I think if I ram he... in the ass and hurt her or disrespected her there will be no chance of another time. I pushed her back against the wall. Standing face to face I kiss her gently on the lips , slowly sliding my tongue in her mouth. My hands softly run up her thighs, using just my fingertips they explore her soft belly up her ribs and around her breasts, gliding. What is he doing? Is he taking pictures of women? I giggled a little to myself and found myself wondering if anyone had ever done that to me before?Women were walking by him and he continued taking pictures of their ass and legs and such. I became very intrigued, especially since the women he was picking to photograph were bigger women. My mind was racing when an idea comes to mind. I stood up, feeling confident and sexy, and walked in his direction, swaying a little more than normal in hopes. I walked in and to the desk. "What's the job?" Guard for a load of freight. One way south, one hundred thirty-seven miles." What's the load?" I didn't want to be guarding anything that would be easily stolen. We would be going through some rough country."Load of rifles for the fort. The army already took off with two loads and hired us for the last one. We're a day late already." What's the pay?" I was down to horse trading now.When I heard what the pay was to be, I almost walked. In fact I. “So where did you learn to do that, huh?” Armisen looked down. “Do what?” Carson snorted. “Where did you learn to fuck like that?” Armisen laughed, his deep, belly-shaking laugh. He took a long drag on his cigar. “Yeeears of practice.” “I wanna be a stud like you,” Carson said, coiling Armisen’s chest hairs through his fingers absent-mindedly, counting the grey ones. It sounded stupid when he said it, childlike, but he wasn’t afraid to be honest with the guy. “Shut up. You are a stud.” “I mean,.