They had promised to check up on her.I found my sister lying on her side early Sunday morning, hardly moving, her face smeared with drying pussy juice....“Good morning, slave,” I said, staring at her, hoping to see her eyes light up.She flicked up her gaze at me then looked away.“I said, 'Good morning, slave'!” My hand clenched. “How do you respond, bitch?”“Morning, Mistress,” she muttered, words slurred.I bent down beside her, working on the knots. In a minute, she flexed her fingers as she sat. Her Tail! One day she would meet the son of a rich family, get married and never have to do anything but have a couple of kids and look good for her adoring hubby. Oh yeah, and give him what he wanted in bed to keep him happy. Easy! Well, reality came a-knocking one night when she chose the wrong bar to mess around in. All she had on was a very low cut white satin top, that had her 36cs and pointy nipples well shown off, red high heels and a red micro-skirt that just about covered her arse. Suddenly he orders me to lie on my back, and when I do, he starts screwing me while standing and holding my right leg in the air, high, straight up. Jesus, it’s so intense!After a bit, he pulls my hair and forces me to kneel—it's a bit degrading, makes me a bit mad, but I’m only sighing loudly—and puts his big wet cock into my mouth—it’s so fast it takes me by surprise. And I go crazy. I just suck and lick and swallow all this whipped cream… Fuck me...After maybe two minutes he pulls me up and. In fact, more than one of the women had been so turned on by the exhibition that they had sought out partners for a little sexual relief from the available cowboys.The women divided the money taken from the safe in the whore house, an' most left ta return to their original homes. Two had been taken from such miserable surroundings that they asked to stay with Susan Hobart at the Diamond H until they could come up with somethin' better ta do with themselves.Meanwhile, Sam an' I had returned ta.