She also wore a striking white satin underbust corset which further enhanced the already curvy girl’s curves. Then a strange looking pair of pantie... clung to Pain’s bottom. The panties looked exceptionally tight as the slight bulges of flesh on their outskirts attested to. A pair of white garter stockings were held up from the corset and then a pair of five inch pump heels with ankle straps finished off Pain’s attire. Each girl stood straight in their door, and Christine tried to mimic. I knew it would become a filthy fuck session with me being the centre of attention!Being summer and the fact that we were only there a couple of days I hadn’t brought many clothes. The skirt I was wearing, three or four t-shirt style tops and a dark red cotton dress. Actually, the dress was made from quite thick cotton which was like a long boob tube, coming from above my tits to half way down my thighs. A right ‘figure hugger’ that showed off everything as it gripped my body tight. Obviously,. That marshal was a right nice fellow, so we spent a good bit of time with him in his office and in one of the local saloons. The marshal was keeping an eye on the saloon because of a threat of trouble from one of the larger ranchers. It seems that the bartender had to shoot one of the ranch hands a week ago for threatening one of the saloon whores because she wouldn't give him a free toss. You couldn't blame the bartender, since he got a percentage of whatever the whore made; of course, she got. A quiver of a small orgasm rippled through her. That was good, she thought, but yearned for the huge, mind-bending, soul-shattering experience of the big one. It’s up to me, she thought. If I want it, I can have it. She set her mind to achieving the monstrous release she so desperately sought. I’m going to make this one come, she told herself. When he comes, then I’ll be free to concentrate on my own gratification. Besides, feeling the wet, warm goo slide into her mouth and down her throat.