He had mixed results because the local Indians were working hard to keep their heads down. However, David did find one key informant in a man who was ...orking as a swamper in one of the saloons. This was a surprising place to find an Indian, but he was so pissed off at his owner that he was easy to recruit: Jackson Beauregard was the owner of the saloon.Anyway, the swamper was in as good a position as the bartender to hear all kinds of local gossip, and he already had something useful for us.. She giggled as she watched him flinch away."That tickles!" he exclaimed and rubbed his ear.She kissed him and sat up on the bed, scooting up near his head and folding her legs underneath her. He heard something 'clink' as it rolled on the bedcovers.Frank sat up and looked around. On the bed were a half dozen of the torture devices that he'd bought her over the last couple of years, consisting mostly of perverse, torturous vaginal inserts. Once the device was inserted, either body heat or a. I took my ramen out of the microwave and rushed back to my room slamming the door behind me. I looked in the mirror doors of my closet and saw my reflection standing there staring at me. This would be normal except the only problem was I wasn't standing. I had sunk to the floor curled up in a ball traumatized. He rolled his eyes, "Will you get up it's embarrassing" and I did I don't know how but I was suddenly standing. "Now we need to talk. First, stop looking so fucking pitiful all the time. She was playing with her tits and pinching her nipples, pulling them way out and snapping them. She rolled them between her fingers. She began bucking her ass up off of the bed and telling me "Eat that pussy motherfucker, make me cum. Bite me, chew on that clit, shove your tongue up me. Put a finger up my ass, slap my ass. Eat me you bastard, you wanted to fuck me but I want you to eat the pussy where your wife came from. "This time I took over, I pulled my head from between her legs and.