She closed her eyes as she felt his finger circling around her wet opening, then moving up her slit to rub her clit. She shuddered as she felt him tou...h her pee hole; she would have to add to the jar’s contents if he kept doing that.Finally, Mr. Ray’s flow had stopped. She took the jar from his prick, setting it to one side. Leaning over him, she licked his knob, tasting the tangy flavor of the droplet remaining on his it. Getting up on the bed, she knelt astride his waist, and with one hand. Why would he? Rosie had made her feelings clear and he understood why. He’d lied. And he was a deadbeat poker player. With all that had happened with her previous boyfriend, the sweet redhead had had her fill of that combination. Hell, he didn’t even know if she’d returned to work there. She might not even be in Vegas. He had no idea where she was. All he did know was how much he missed the redhead. That feeling hadn’t gone away. It increased with each passing day… *** The giant’s bushy beard. "What's that for?" I asked."To catch the stuff you didn't shake off," she said."Oh." This wasn't my usual operation, but I carefully dabbed the end of my soft dick as she sat on the toilet.She spread her legs to make an opening. "Put it in here," she said. I dropped the paper between her legs. As I straightened up her hand caught my hip and tugged me toward her.She was sitting. I was standing, naked, my dick soft after the early morning pee. Her eyes flashed a smile at me and her head bent. "All right. Tell that moron, though, no manacles. And if he touches my backside, I'll scratch his eyes out, just like Bunion's."It was two weeks later, and Rose Donegal wanted to go back to Independence and skin Justice Alberts alive. No fewer than twenty-five women were huddled together in the three covered wagons, and they were miserable, cold, and hungry.John Caplan was the worst weasel. From what Rose had learned, he charged the men in Fort Laramie one-hundred and twenty dollars to deliver.