Janie started throwing locks as quickly as she could.“You lead a very exciting life, Miss Castillian,” Sister Victoria said dryly.“Unfortunately...yes,” Janie said tersely. Locks clicked one by one. Shouting started outside.“A drop bar seems faster, and just as secure,” Hector said flatly.“They were here when Will bought the place,” Janie said, holding back feelings of frustration and helplessness. “Until recently, we only used one.”“Who needs that many locks?” Sister Mercy asked.“A smuggler,”. Is that understood?" When he failed to reply, she repeated the question, more sharply this time. He stammered out a barely audible "yes." She raised her slender arm and brought the cane slicing through the air against his butt with incredible force. It cracked sharply against his flesh and left a deep red mark across both of his cheeks. "I'm waiting for the count," she snapped, while he tried to overcome the sudden sensations of sharp pain and terror. "One," he somehow managed to. She was slippery with Paul’s spend and I had to struggle to keep even my well-drained cock under control, knowing what I was sliding in. She came quickly, muttering what a happy slut she was. I pumped my sperm in with all the others and then we talked.Paul had been horny and considerate, exactly what she hoped for. His cock was similar in size but curved the other way so created some novel sensations. He touched her and moved differently. Now she understood a bit of what I experienced with two. “Clean up good?”“I guess,” she flashed those teeth again.Remember that herd of cattle passing through? They had drovers. And the drovers must have finished for the day ... because all of ‘em assaulted the porch of the Inn. Some of them were quite rude about it. There was a passel of ‘em, too.There was a lot of Yahooin’ and shoving ... and that was before they got in the door. In the melee, the rags and I ended up in the street ... well ... off the end of the Inn’s boardwalk ... on the dirt.