He was also aware that when Sheriff Bat tired of her goodies and she was not longer attractive to him, he would cast her away like a piece of buffalo ...ung. Then, she would be only a footstep from being a dancehall slut. Her price would slowly fall from a dollar to only a single quarter. She would deteriorate into the standard two-bit western whore at the end of the line.The Marshall felt sympathy for the pretty little girl, but it was none of his business. He had learned a long time ago never. The shower was continuously running with people stepping in, washing, and getting back out, two at a time sometimes, but it was all business. I had Julie with me as I showered. We were joined by Etta, who softly said, "I want in if there's going to be any fooling around. I don't know what's happened to me lately, but I'm continually horny."Julie told her, "It has something to do with our household. We usually get some good loving every night, but I think we should have a sexy nap time midday,. It was foul. It tasted salty. It was slippery with mucus from my own pussy. I have always hated the way my juices smelled. And now I was being forced to taste them too? Yuck!Get used to that taste, whore, as you will be eating almost all of your food from your ass and pussy. You will learn to accept that taste. The purpose of this exercise is to get you used to tasting your own sex for when a man uses your pussy and ass and then uses your mouth. Most women gag at their own flavor. A. .." That's for you to guess and my pussy to hold in until I can find a bathroom," Amber laughed."Gross!" Ember replied, although she laughed, too. "Just make sure to wash before you go swimming in our drinking water!"She grabbed a small carton of juice out of the cooler and guzzled it down in two gulps, then demanded, "Come on! Get off! You're hogging the goodies!" You're soaking wet!" Amber complained. "You'll drip all over the bed! And Roland!" He likes me wet!" Ember responded. "Now,.