Myleft wrist was tied to the cord around my waist, forcing me to hold myhand on my hip. My camera-case-purse went back over my shoulder with myright ...rist tied to the strap, so that I appeared to be carrying itcasually. Unable to say a word, I watched as the boys arranged mypantyhose artistically in the gutter beside me and drove off laughing!Alone there, tied to the meter, I squirmed helplessly. It only made myfalse breasts push against my top as I stood there. I realized that Imust make. This was not necessarily a disabling hit, so Stan prepared to throw another knife. But the bandit did the unexpected; instead of trying to shoot, he ran to his horse, mounted, and rode away. This infuriated Stan, because the bandit took the knife with him!Stan had no way to chase the bandit, so he helped the driver move the limb and they resumed their journey. The next day, instead of taking the stage to Sacramento, Stan stopped by Grundy's office to tell him what happened and how he planned to. His eyes locked on me, his hands moving in his pants and now the other hand motioning an invitation for me to come out. as i walked past him, my arm brushed up against his huge belly. ohhhh, that was what i always wanted to do but i did not mean to do it to make matters worse. he did not take his eyes off me. i went over to the sink trying to pretend like i was just fixing my shirt in my pants but, in looking in the mirror in front of me, i could see the reflection of my supervisor standing. I’m not a hundred percent sure how it happen or why it happened, but I’m damn happy that it did happen and often. It started with a look then a touch, then a stolen kiss while no one was looking. Then trying to find any reason to go to the front just to chit chat about anything to get a chance to talk to Cathy, now Cathy was a 40 year old dirty blond of about 5’ tall and good figure, a figure that a woman is supposed to have nice breasts a narrow middle and fuck me hips. But that may be an over.