. fucking ... good."I couldn't respond. I found only the strength to press back against him, telling him in that motion that I wanted more. I needed m...re. I craved more. More of his big cock. More of these sensations. More of the way he made me feel like a raw, wanton, sexual being.His hips found a rhythm, and his long, thick cock was gliding in and out of me. Each stroke caused friction inside me, and each motion further intensified the warm, tingling sensations, flowing with ever-increasing. You don’t watch cowboy movies or movies with stage coaches, so you probably never heard it. I bet Michael has, because he likes those Westerns.”“Nicholas likes cowboy movies. He watches them with Tom. Aunt Bethany thinks they’re dumb!”I chuckled, “I’m not surprised. Some of them can be pretty silly at times. But there are some really good Westerns, like High Noon, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, The Magnificent Seven, The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly, and The Outlaw Josey Wales. You should. Several men crawled out of their tents and stood about looking at us. "Give me your belt," Matthew said, his pistol an inch from my stomach. I unbuckled and handed him my bayonet, cartridge box and heavy belt. "Put your hands behind you," he said quietly, and another man came and tied my wrists together. "My sister is a fool," the young man said, poking me with his weapon. "Sit."I sat, crossed legged. There appeared to be six of them in addition to Matthew, hard-looking men. The woman's brother. He is a sporty type so we don't have much in common socially but he is fairly clued up on the work we have to do. Much of it is routine, mundane stuff. Setting up an experiment and seeing and recording the result on a database. Then repeating it twice to check the results only to find they were negative for our purpose. Life as a research worker is not all the glamour of finding new methods and drugs to cure all ailments. Much of it is real boring stuff and for weeks or months little progress.