??Yeah Bill, I am gone a lot,? she replied sarcastically. ?It's called working. You should try it some time.?She looked around until she spotted the B...ll of Rights she had prepared. She pointed to it and asked, ?Have you two signed it yet???Signed it?? they asked. ?Yeah, signed the Bill of Rights. I don't have all night. We need to resolve this and you two aren't going to get any dinner until this room is cleaned up.?Even Jamie was confused. She thought they were just about to give up on this. It was just before midnight on the following Saturday night and I was again up doing my fatherly duty.Deb was out on a date with another new boy. I’d met him earlier before they went out and told them her curfew was midnight.“Yes, Daddy! Don’t worry,” Deb said before kissing me on the cheek and heading out the door with her date.So now I was sitting in my recliner, looking at the clock and again getting ready to go through my mental list of punishments for Deb staying out too long when the. Branson Kid, show us what ya kin do."Well, needless to say, I was very nervous, but I drew and fired. Dammit, even I was impressed! Of course, just shooting with no particular target in mind is a long way from the kind of shooting the audience really wanted ta see. Somebody pointed that out an' produced an empty whiskey bottle to use for a target. Now, shooting at a whiskey bottle is not easy at any time, but when ya are tryin' ta impress a bunch of saloon patrons, it is really difficult.I. Tom quickly claimed he could fix this by putting his hands on her tits to massage the oil in making sure none could be salvaged. Cindy just screamed, wailed, and slammed her free hands down as she became more of a mess. Tom stopped only after her body was completely slippery from her anus to her engorged tits. Apparently, all that nipple play had done something to Cindy. Halfway through, her screams turned from hostile to little moans and biting of her lips. She would never admit she was turned.