I took a breath—this was going to be harder than I thought. "And she has to touch herself," the other guy said. "Yeah, she has to touch her pussy th...ough her panties—really rub it, get herself excited." Oh, she'll be excited," I said to myself, looking again at these cute young black guys and remembering how excited she'd been when she caught them peaking. "But touching herself? She'll never agree to that," I thought. I went back to her as she was getting dressed—and gulping down her third. Gates sat for a moment in his saddle, looking over at the Busted Flush and mulling over what he had ridden into town to do. During the last round up out at his ranch, he discovered he was short two mares from a new breed he was developing and Kip was angry. When one of his crew told Kip he thought he'd seen the two horses over in Lucas Solomon's corral, Gates couldn't believe it. It was true that he and Lucas were not the best of friends, but Kip never thought Lucas would stoop to stealing the. He stopped and took his finger out and smiled and said, “Look at this, a dripping cunt. Now turn around and kneel in front of me bitch.” He held his finger out to her face, smearing her lips with her own cunt juices, “Lick my finger clean. Show me how you would please my cock.” She looked at his eyes as her tongue peeked out of her lips tentatively licking the tip of this finger before swirling her tongue around its length and sucking it in. She slurped and licked and sucked looking at his. Why not? Everything else hurt. Mary trudged to the bathroom and took as hot of a shower as she could stand. She figured the hotter, the more germs that were burned off. After getting out of the shower, she combed her now vomit-free hair and wrapped herself in a huge terrycloth robe. Refreshed, she walked out of her room towards the kitchen and noticed that those unidentified clanks that she had heard earlier were coming from there. More than a little wary, she began to doubt her own integrity..