”Until Faulkner said that, I hadn’t even remembered that women couldn’t vote in the 1870s. How freaking stupid was that, especially for a lawyer...Before I left his office, the Sheriff had a request for me. He asked that I escort my client home. Faulkner didn’t want to chance Carlos and the cowboys he’d carved up running into each other.I could hardly say no to his request, so I headed down to the stables to catch up with Carlos.Carlos was saddling his horse when I walked up. I asked him to wait. "Let's go to bed, shall we?"All of a sudden, I was very shy again. Should I just get into bed with my clothes, should I undress, keep on my underpants, should I ... do what? I turned my back to the lady and slowly started taking my clothes off. Suddenly I was being spun around and there was her Highness, the lady, already totally nude and glowing with it. She proceeded to undress me without any further ado and I thought that surely there was no need to be so quick about it. The train was. I looked down to the front of my tight biker messenger shorts. My cock somehow ripped the front. I could feel some warm air on the tip of my cock. A huge glob of precum dripped out onto the metal floor of the train. I inched my hips forward. I reached up to yank down her tube top. I pushed on her back. Her huge breast dangled in front of her as she gripped the metal pole in front of her.I unzipped my biker messenger uniform. I wiggled out my biker shorts. I heard a big wet splash on the metal. "In your mouth now slut, show me how good your are." I stole a glance atLexi to see Mistress was fixing a ball gag into his mouth and I couldsee the worry in his eyes. I knew Mistress wouldn't hurt him, but Icouldn't tell him so. I turned back to the cock and slid it through mylips, careful not to brush it with my teeth as it was so large. I slowlybegan to bob up and down on the cock, trying to take a little more ineach time. I began to gag as he got deeper in my throat and I had tocome up for.