I figured that someone who could afford to drink Mexican beer would not likely be a bounty hunter and could get people to talk more freely to him. It ...eemed to work, the bartender and a couple of patrons at the bar were free with their conversation. I picked up a lot of local gossip, including a warning to watch out for a certain Greasy Bob Jenkins. He was called Greasy Bob because he liked to slick down his hair with axle grease.Greasy Bob sounded like one of the faces on a wanted poster I had. I knelt on the floor and started eating her pussy. It tasted yummy. She was holding her mouth with her left hand to reduce her moan.I then inserted my right-hand index finger and was continuously fingering her. After that, I got up from my knees and stood on the left side of Judy. But I didn’t take my right hand out from her pussy. My hardened dick was saluting Judy. She knew what had to be done. She slowly took my dick inside her mouth and kept sucking it.I started to push and pull my right in. Eventually he pulled out completely and sat down on the bench behind me panting like a dog. “I need a break” he explained. A moment later I heard a “shutter” sound and saw a flash. He was obviously taking pictures of my gaping holes from where he was sitting. I wanted to protest but was too tired, besides, my face wasn’t in the pics. There were a few more flashes, and some beeps and clicks, then another pause before he grabbed my wrists and pulled me back up onto the bench completely and I. One of the things that she had done before she left the Flying H was to talk at length with the ranch hands to learn what a young man did when he was not working. The information she received was that they spent most of their free time in a saloon, talking and drinking beer. Some played cards, either faro or poker, but they usually stayed away from faro because it was too easy to be cheated. She was happy that she already knew how to play poker, since her father had been a poker addict and had.