"Tom, can I be very honest with you?" Samantha asked as Tom noticed how hot she looked. She'd worn a rather short skirt and one of those totally hot b...east-emphasizing sweaters that he loved on her. The sweater was almost red in color and the skirt was a dark navy blue and Tom loved how great Sam's ass looked when she'd turned that morning and let him see her backside. The sweater was a vee-neck and Tom loved the hot cleavage of Sam's ample tits that it gave him. He had grown very jealous of. She also took his two knives. Jean took those out to her horse to stash in her saddlebag for safe keeping, and she barely got back before Weimar came down the stairs from the room where he had fucked the whore.I left Jean to guard LaFrance and to keep him quiet while I braced Weimar at the bar. The bartender helped by distracting Weimar while I poked my pistol muzzle in his belly. To save us some trouble, the bartender offered us the use of one of the whore's rooms while we questioned the two. ..............................................................."That'll be them now!" Chrissy stated in excitement, "go and answer the door then! Like the good slave you are."I replied, "Ms I've not got any clothes on-" What did I say about interupting me?! Don't! Now go and answer it as you are," she smiled in anticipation of the day ahead, "they'll like that."Obediently, I made my way down to the door and, with nothing but a nervous smile on my face, I opened the door. There they all stood. Some are friends of his, some have answered his ad. I do not have to swallow, if I do not want to, that will be up to me. Master takes off the blindfold and I turn to see that he has cut a hole in wall where it will be easy for me to do this. For the next few hours I am on my knees sucking. Some men cum almost instantly, some men seem to have better control. At times Master, lets me have a break and gives me something to drink, but it is only for a short time. Some men want to talk to Master.