God, he was big. I'm not a size queen or anything, but Connor had a DAMN nice cock, and the thought of it filling up my body sent an anxious shiver do...n my spine.I propped myself up on my elbows, thrusting out my chest--showing off the delicate lace bra my husband had bought me for my birthday.I didn't want to wear it, anymore."Suck on my tits," I commanded.Connor was happy to oblige. Leaping onto the bed, he violently yanked down the flimsy black bra straps and dropped his face into my naked. He fucked me more than once per day. But never could he satisfy me. He left me wanting more every time. When I joined office again, I had frustration written all over my face. I was not able to concentrate on my work and was unmindful. One of my colleagues noticed that and she was asking me what the reason was. But I was ignoring her. This was going on for a few days. One day, we both went to the canteen for our lunch. I saw our boss there. We took the next table and she was again insisting me. "Please, Sir. Oh, oh, fuck. Please, Sir. Fuck my ass Daddy. Please, baby needs it, please." He slowed His pumping now. Slowed down and looked deeply into my eyes. Then He grinned and pulled His long cock out of my kitten with a wet plop. My eyes were still begging Him but I could feel Him guiding His sticky prick to my butthole. The mushroom head popped into me and I sighed. I was getting what I wanted like the spoiled brat I could be. I moaned and smiled at the same time. But He was not going. First thing after breakfast we swept the area, dragging the dead in and laying them out under the men swinging on the ropes. There had been six of them but they didn’t have over ten dollars between them. Bob and his partner made a mighty temptin’ target. They did have six pretty decent horses and three mules, each with almost empty pack saddles. Most of the pistols were decent, and two had almost brand new Winchesters, the ‘73 model. The rest were Yellowboys and one old Henry.“What are we gonna.