The marshal was keeping an eye on the saloon because of a threat of trouble from one of the larger ranchers. It seems that the bartender had to shoot ...ne of the ranch hands a week ago for threatening one of the saloon whores because she wouldn't give him a free toss. You couldn't blame the bartender, since he got a percentage of whatever the whore made; of course, she got to keep her tips for herself, but a whore rarely got tipped.Anyway, this was the night the crew from that ranch usually came. I was having a difficult time understanding how this unsophisticated young woman from a small town in the Midwest could have mastered the techniques of sexual prowess, almost overnight, while being in bed with me. She was learning on the fly, so to speak. What else would she come up with to surprise me? I went to bed and tried to think of anyone, anything but her.I awoke the next morning slowly, dreaming of her, naturally. And like most men on most mornings, I awoke with a rock hard woody to go. I groaned as she applied more pressure. My nipples hurt, but it felt wonderful. I always had sensitive nipples, she had pinched them before, but never like this. The pain turns you on, doesnt it? I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak. She put her right hand over my mouth, I told you not to speak, Tom. Do not talk until I tell you to. Just shake your head yes or no, I have a lot to say tonight. I shook my head, yes. I have been talking to Carol and Dan about you, and I, us, and our. We were both so turned on, I drove into the parking lot of a hotel. It was Saturday night, so the hotel was busy but I picked a spot way out to afford us some sort of privacy. Again she was not inclined to this type of behavior, but she was really turned on! Somehow I talked her out of her blouse, bra, and then panties. I don't quite remember how but some how she was half way between the front seat and the back seat, bent over with me fingering her doggie style. Keep in mind this was in an SUV.