‘Yup! Saddle Bronc, Wild Cow Milking, Rifle & Pistol, and Quick Draw, but I’m awful rusty.’ ‘Bullshit! You’ve held the record in marksmanshi... here for the last 5 years.’ ‘But this is different! Folks come from all over for these competitions. I don’t think I’m still good enough.’ ‘How do you know, unless you try? How did you used to do?’ ‘I was always in the top ten and won the Quick Draw the last time, but it has been awhile — years, even.’ ‘Well Clay, if you don’t do something you’re going to. She knew I was wanting more, so we settled the bill, grabbed the first taxi and went back to her place.Back at hers, she dragged my into the lounge, pushed me onto the sofa. She sat at the opposite end with her feet in my lap again, both her stockinged feet massaging my cock again through my trousers till it was solid. All the time, her dress was getting higher and higher eventually up to her lacey stocking tops, and I could see her lace panties on. She knew i was looking at her pussy, she. She got on her parent’s bed and placed her own leg restraints on and even showed me how to do it. She had me secure the other ends to the bedposts while she attached her wrist restraints. I then secured the other ends to the bedposts. She told me that if I wished to inflect pain on her that I should gag her first and then force my cock into her dry. Otherwise, she would like it if I licked her pussy for a while like Babbs does at bedtime or if I wanted to use some of the lube in a tube on her. "I nodded as I walked away from the table, struggling to keep mycomposure. I thanked God that the girl that had just seen my forcedinteraction with that drunkard was not my girlfriend of three years.I came to realize that the fear I momentarily had was ridiculous as Imade my way back towards the bar. I knew that Florence would never workas a cocktail waitress. Her family was too prim and proper to ever letone of their daughters work in a casino in such a skimpy outfit. Hell,they weren't.