"That only runs about ten bucks." Score desk?" On the top level in the theatre, along the side balconies, they have desks with lights where you can fo...low the score." Really?" Yeah. About seven or eight on each side." Can you see the stage, too?" No ... Well, if there's no one sitting next to you, you can lean over, and see a little. It's a terrible angle, though. My dad usually sat in that seat, and he didn't mind, but..."Sandra looked off into the distance with a smile. "That sounds like such. Don’t forget that I love you too.” That’s when I buried my growing cock into her long, silky hair and stroked myself with it.She put down her lipstick and looked at me in the mirror with her big blue eyes, and gave me that now familiar smile that said, “I need for you to fuck me right now.”Then, without a word, she stood up, walked over to the bed, and bent over. She looked over at me and said, “Hurry up, darling. I have duties to perform.”She was wearing a long dress, which I had to pull up. She was a slender ravishing deviant with a generous pair of assets bouncing with her. Pink lips formed a playful smile as she stood at the middle of the white padded cell. Her body was out there on display, letting me see proudly without a speck of shame. This couldn't be my new patient. Was she? She didn't look the part."Well?" She spoke, her voice buttery warm and peppered with lustful spices. "Aren't you going to tie me up?"Quickly, I snapped out of her spell and opened up the bag, dumping. He hemmed and hawed and argued and pleaded poverty. That was to no avail as Clint stood firm. Barnes had no choice but to agree. Clint had him over a barrel and made Banker Barnes say it to the assembly out loud. Everyone heard him proclaim a reward of ten percent to the person or persons who returned the bank’s money.Once the banker announced the reward, Clint walked over and sat on the bench on the other side of the attractive and obviously distraught woman. She still looked frightened and.