I was due up for another show after the usual intermission. The place was really crowded by now as the word had spread about the show going on at the ...attleman's Rest Saloon. We actually had a problem getting a safe clear line of fire between the stage and the target, there were so many patrons in the saloon. Jake gave his little talk, again, and asked if anyone wanted to make a little friendly wager. Business was brisk, now, with so many men in the saloon who thought they knew how to shoot.I. After the match I talked to the man and it was clear he was acting during the game. I guess he's not very good on the ice, so he asked if he could cheer for his mistress and her other concubines. They agreed, but not if he acted masculine.I wish I was with Erica while we were at Ishtar. The citizens told me that their concubines have put together a great show. They offered to allow them to perform for me. (All of Freya's crew had seen it before, although several indicated that they would love. The gas cylinder hissed as it deflated; then moments later re-inflated rapidly, a gagged groan coming from Jennifer. He looked back and could see her nipples already half an inch inside the suction tubes the machine eager to draw milk from where there wasn't any.He could hear her groan again as the balloon expanded then collapsed like a fist opening and closing in her ass. His cock was twisting erect in his pants his desire almost overcoming him. He slammed the door behind himself pressing his. I gave it thirty seconds to make her grovel and then nonchalantly come back smirking all over my face. "What was that?" I asked."I'm sorry, will you please let me down?"I sat down on a nearby log and looked straight up between her legs."Will you stop staring at my panties?" She reprimanded."No, I'll look at them as much as I want, I think they're rather sexy!" "You bastard," she blurted."That may be so but what are you going to do if I leave you?" Sis fell silent as she ruminated what could.