U do as ur told. n u love it. my little slut toy.jim leans over u onto the bed n I stand behind him, rubbing the tip of my strap round his asshole. he... squirming n moaning at you working his cock while I tease his ass. I think he thinks im gonna break him in gently but instead I suddenly plunge my strap on deep inside his ass. he screams at the shock n pain, it feels so good to finally be fucked. he pushes his cock deep in ur mouth as I start to fuck him sooooo slowly n deeply, he's moaning n. . please?" Back to reality," Cynthia said under her breath as she put on her best smile and walked through the double doors."Hello, sir my name is Cynthia... how can help you today?"As the days passed, Cynthia became more excited about the prospect of seeing her cowboy again. She called him her cowboy not only because of his deep southern accent but also his choice of dress. He wore tight Levi jeans, tight in all the right places and a checkered flannel shirt. Endorphins rushed over her jut. There was a fellow in the store nailing up a poster. I read it. It was a wanted poster for the Womble brothers. It accused them of murder and robbery. I said, "I know they were murderers, they killed my wife's brother, and shot me." Do you know where they are?" He asked."They are probably in come coyotes stomach. I shot Johnny when he tried to kill me. Earnest and Tommy attacked our camp a few weeks later and we had to kill them," I told a brief story."I am U. S. Marshal Jim Turner from Fort. He asked if I wanted a drink and I did. He showed me around the first floor … living room, kitchen, spare bedroom … but not upstairs. When I inquired about the upstairs he said, “Oh that’s just my bedroom up there.” A few drinks later I’m starting to wonder what’s going on then he asks me if I’d like to spend the night. “You can sleep down here in the spare room,” he says. I look at him puzzled. “I’m not into that anymore,” Dick tells me. A little shocked, and more than a little disappointed,.