More than we were already. I smiled at them and raised my glass and Lynn did the same."Oh, they're gorgeous!" Lynn turned to me. She didn't overstate ...hem. The taller of the two (and the one who smiled at me), had jet black, curly hair with a neatly trimmed sexy beard.The other one was only slightly shorter and had just a mustache. Both were dressed impeccably in what appeared to be tailored pin striped suits.That wasn't out of line considering a lot of businessmen come here after work. As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance ... Never really wanted to."A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started. Her lips sliding firmly up and down, her tongue dancing around it, then her lips fucking it again gave him the exquisite friction he needed. His breath came quicker. He was giving her no warning of his imminent ejaculation, but she could tell. Her hand, gingerly tossing his balls in their sac, felt them tighten up, his dagger vibrated, and she felt the pulse of cum as it sprayed into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, a bitter, drunken brew, and let some of the sticky fluid drip onto his. Mr Davis wants to speak to you."The two exchanged glances, nodded, and went to the door.Cynthia asked, "You think this is the enforcers?" Maybe not. This might be over the resistance movement."It turned out that Roger was correct. As soon as they entered Mr Davis' office, without even greeting them, he began questioning them."I see that both of you are still failing to participate in the Program and learned this morning that yesterday you disobeyed a direct request from your psychology teacher,.