I am sure that the bartender either drank it or sold it to the next customer who ordered beer.I left the cantina and rode with Big Wolf to the ranch w...ere the bartender had said that I could find sheep for sale. Dammit, that bastard of a bartender must have been setting me up. We did not get far out of town before we were accosted by three men on horses.They had to be amateurs because they approached us with knives drawn and demanded that we stop and give them the money we had planned to use to. Clear!”Leza’s body jumped and she winced.“Damn, that stings. Not as much as getting shot or dying, but still.” She coughed several times, bringing up more blood, which she wiped on her dress. “Speaking is ... still difficult.”“That’s what happens when you get shot in the chest.” Fredrick said, checking her heartbeat. “How are you doing? Any unexpected symptoms we should be aware of?”“Aside from rising from the dead, I hurt like hell, but not as much as before. That indicates most of my nerves. Yes. YES. YESSSSS!” I guess we had another convert to our lifestyle.When Melanie was in my office later for something, I ran my hand up her legs to her bare pussy. I commented as I got my little sexual fix, “I periodically like to check whether the dress code for my office is being adhered to.”Mel moaned slightly as I fingered her pussy and collected some dewdrops from her slit. As I did I speculated, “From what I heard, it sounds like Izzy is coming to the party?”“Yes, she is. She’s also. About how you’re going to use my slutty little holes until they’re raw and sore and how much I want all of it, the heat, the pain, and the intense release. “Fuck, yeah,” I choke out. You tighten your hold just as I start to come. Your mouth is merely inches from mine and I can feel your warm breath on my face. I’m writhing on my knees, grinding against my own fingers as I orgasm, with you holding me up by the neck because all I want is to sink down onto the floor. I’m trying to breathe and just.