The aroma of which one that sat on my face, filled my nose and the wetness of her pussy cover my mouth and all I knew was my dick being stroked and su...ked and my mouth covered in pussy and I licked sucked and tongued this pussy as much as I could, damn I love eating pusssy!! and this pussy tasted so fucking good, I just wanted her to grind it down my throat, soon she worked herself into cum and she came in my mouth, oh the rush of her fluid going down my throat, running down my face, was so. I slowly moved my left hand towards her breast and started rubbing over the shirt. In between I pressed gently. We were still talking and she was responding naturally. In the meanwhile my mischievous fingers started releasing the buttons of her shirt. Now her breast expanded more and I slowly removed the shirt and put on the balcony door. It was dark outside and nobody can see what was going on the balcony. She was wearing a shimmy and I removed that too. She was fully cooperating by this time. We were toldthat pony-girls did not have hands so they were to be kept in placebehind our backs. I felt my hands gently held in position as each wristwas fastened to the other arms elbow. I did not like the feeling ofvulnerability that this caused, even less so when my already tetheredarms were tightly laced into a leather sheath pulling my armsuncomfortably even closer together. Now it was too late to change ourminds. We were once again at the total mercy of these two men. I prayedthat we. It was a much better outcome than the ill-fated "Custer's Last Stand".The "Buffalo Hunters" had been slaughtering the bison for several years and the herds were beginning to thin out to the point that the Indians began to find it difficult to find enough food to see them through a harsh winter. In order to kill more buffalo, the hunters moved south into hostile Indian Territory to lay waste to the herds of buffalo. The central location of Adobe Walls served a widespread community of about two.