Let’s put on a little girl-girl show for him. Then you can have him. Deal?”“Oh YES MISTRESS!,” I blurted.“Go wash your face and put on your ...lack Julie wig, then hurry back … my pussy is wet and needs a good licking!”Within two minutes I was back to the living room. Mike was sitting on the sofa, masturbating lazily. He’d gotten a bottle of baby oil, and his shaft was glistening and slick and looked like a red meat missile! Vicky was laying on the floor, with two cushions under her head and one. Arabella Mortenson sat on the wagon seat, staring at the dust being kicked up by the now walking team of oxen in front of her. Most of an hour had passed. Her son had returned to the front of the wagon, saying he saw no riders, and no dust behind them.She was slowly coming to grips with the idea that her life might not be over. But that brought with it other concerns. If she stayed alive and out of prison, she would have to figure out how to provide for her family.She seemed to go through. Meanwhile, Jackson sat right next to Rico and continued:"And today, well... You're REALLY pissed off about somethin', and I still don't know what." You wouldn't understand. Just... Just go away and have fun with the girls." said Rico as he stood up and went towards the bar."Wait a minute... Is this about the girls, Rico?" asked Jackson, while standing up and following the boy."Forget about it, Jackson!"Jackson grabbed Rico's right arm, and looked at him directly in the eyes:"Look at me in the. Surely there's something I can help you find?" "Well," Tony finally managed to say, "I really don't want to keep your customers waiting." That's OK, sir. There's nobody else in line now." She reached out, leaning on the counter, and took his right hand in both of hers. He could feel his heart beating so hard he thought it would come out of his chest. What was she doing? "By the way, my name's Shaniqua, what's yours?" She smiled at him as she traced a circle on the back of his hand with.