"Well, thank you Andrew." I'm not leaving you here," he said. "I want to make sure you get delivered to Miss Lenore. Trust me, it will be fine."Winnie...smiled. "Thank you again." I hope one day you can thank me properly."It was the first time a man had made a suggestion to her that didn't sound like a mandate. "That would be very nice," she replied.Andrew and Winnie entered the hotel lobby where they saw men and women sitting around talking. The women were wearing colorful dresses that barely. The bartender was no more helpful than the marshal had been, so they moved on to another saloon and another beer.The bartender at the next saloon also had nothing helpful to impart, so they moved on. It was at the fourth saloon that they paid for their evening. They had just finished their beers and were ready to return to their hotel room when a galoot marched through the butterfly-wing doors like he owned the world. Damn! That face was on a poster, wanted dead or alive at $350. Not given to. You have to come with me, please!" She could see that Josie was about to say no for the umpteenth time. "Okay, I am begging. I will owe you a favour. A big one. I promise if it's lame we will only stay an hour at the most." Mica, I just don't think..." Josie tried again."Don't forget who it was that showed up with Nutella cheesecake and cocktails when you needed a friend to cry with," she pulled out her guilt card, hating herself for it. Josie groaned and flopped down onto the couch resigning. I desperately want to touch myself, but know better than to do that without being instructed to. For every time I go down on his cock he pushes me down further, until I’m all the way down, forced to take his cock in my throat. It makes me gag. I’ve never experienced that before, and it scares me a bit. I don’t want to disappoint him. I take it all, panting, blubbering, making a mess of myself and his lap. Suddenly he stops, yanking my head back, looking down on me with pride shining from his.