"You're dripping for me aren't you?" he teased. "Yes, you make me so fucking wet," I breathed. With that, he pushed a finger deep into my cunt making...me moan loudly in surprise as much as pleasure. "A wet but tight slut all for me to use?" "Yes!" I heard rustling, he was undressing. And then some more rustling as my hands were pushed up and over my head to the bed head and tied with leather straps. "Keep your legs that wide my little slut," he purred.I could feel him nearer, his hands on my. Cathy said, “I admit, I’m a bit nervous.”“Just relax; if you feel uncomfortable with something, just let me know.”She smiled at me, “I think I’ll get used to it pretty quickly.”She soon moved closer to me, and she put her arms around me. Then we started kissing me; she had to take her wide hat off to do that. It felt good, but I was aware that I had only known her for about forty minutes. I only touched her by rubbing her bare lower arms.At one point she got close to my ear and spoke quietly.. ”Agent Johnson smirked, obviously suppressing a laugh, and rolled his eyes in amusement.“When did you find out he had broken out of Big Muddy?”“When it hit the news, but I was sure it had happened no later than,” I consulted my notes, “the 14th when I pointed out to Agents O’Toole and Stone that the deadline had passed and that the bad guys knew that I’d come to you and would have already made their move.”“And after he escaped?”“You and I met, during the investigation, in which you turned up. That came with a holster to be worn at the thigh, and I strapped it on. I figured that I was going to keep wearing it until Mr. Hawthorn had a chance to cool down. He was a big man, 6' tall and 200 pounds, so I did not stand a chance against him in an unarmed fight. However, Pa had done a great job of teaching me how to use the Colt, so I was pretty fast on the draw and damned accurate with it. The Colt was the old fashioned cap and ball style, so I had a couple of extra fully loaded cylinders.