“Is that you, Paul O’Dell? This is Sheriff Jack Cleese. Can we come into the camp?”“Who is we, Sheriff?”“I have three men with me. We’re...a posse, looking for three men.”“A Swede, a Mexican and a cowboy?”“Oh no,” he paused for a bit to speak words I couldn’t make out to his posse. “What happened?”“Come on in, slowly, and I’ll tell you,” I called back.A few minutes later the Sheriff and three men rode into the light of the campfire. Rory immediately aimed his shotgun at the closest man, who had a. One day after fucking and cumming inside her I just teasing said that we could make money if you let others fuck you. She gave a naughty laugh. A week passed. On the next Saturday during sex, she said she’s ready to try out to be a cheap slut for making some money.We talked about and came to a decision. We split the money 40-60. 40 for me and 60 for her. I would get her customers and clients to fuck. The next week, we decided to do it. Few of our seniors wanted to fuck her since she joined. . My little sex doll was covered in sweat as her body thrashed all over the desk unrelenting. She begged me to stop at one point, but I only slammed my cock into her harder. As her fourth orgasm ripped through every inch of her body, she seemed to enter this almost catatonic state. Her eyes were glassed over and a naughty satisfied look was on her face. I withdrew my cock for only a moment, and grabbed the flashlight from the floor. It was two foot long. I always figured it would double as a. "Noooooo," I moaned miserably. "It's four a.m.; why are we getting up?" Never you mind," she said pleasantly. "You just get up, get in the shower, and wash that cute little body of yours."I looked at her with my best gimlet eye, but did as I was told. This would be horrible ... horrible-horrible-horrible. I just knew it.This morning, she was dressed sensibly in a light blue, long-sleeve, button-down shirt and a pair of stonewashed jeans with the knees blown out, and the pair of Reebok's that I.