’ Janine repeated. ‘I hardly wear skirts.’ ‘Nonsense. You’d look great in it.’ ‘Well…’ ‘Look, take it as a challenge. I dare you t... wear the skirt.’ Natasha wasn’t giving up. Something seemed to click in her mind and Janine found herself replying ‘I’ll do it!’ with a conviction that seemed out of place, yet felt right. ‘That’s the way! You should dress up more. You’ll get more attention.’ Janine wasn’t convinced, but strangely she felt convinced. She brushed it off, she’d decide depending on. You can bet your ass I was way more attentive during the trips between the saloon and home now. When I let myself into my room, a cute little redheaded Irish woman was already sleeping in my bed. I knew my sweetie Belle must have arranged for Molly to keep me company while she was gone. Was Belle a great woman, or what?Belle must have left some pretty specific instructions for Molly, because at eight on Saturday morning, Molly woke me up my favorite way. I guess it was kind of appropriate when. The girls were screaming and trying to pull him off of me. One of them threw a towel over me - my clothing had been ripped to rags. It was the most frightening and humiliating experience of my life at that point. One of the guys was wearing a long sleeve shirt and he took it off and handed it to me. He was a lot bigger than I was, and the shirt went down halfway to my knees, but at least it covered my nakedness. They drove me home and dropped me off where I lived with my mom. She wasn't home. I looked over at my clock and saw it was already 11:45am and began to doze in my appropriately queen-sized bed. I rolled to one side, my soreness dulled over rest time, and I felt a semen-fart and the familiar wetness on my inner ass-cheek. I smiled a wicked smile to myself and began replay how I had gotten here. How the hell was I so lucky?I arrived in Las Vegas early January. I was still 19 and had been in the Air Force about a year and a half. I completed my entry and technical training and.