“Why I want to pay Harold rent? I kin buy my own building.”Gertie sat back down. I remained standing. She said, “Can you? Really? I’m sure you...have enough money. But how do you explain where that money came from? To the FDIC? The SEC? IRS?”I knew enough to understand she was dropping alphabet references to make the dirty-money argument seem more official. Maybe none of those specific organizations would be involved. But someone probably would at some point.Harold nodded sagely. A financial. Abner was so small that it had only two saloons, but it was growing because only a year ago, Abner had only one saloon. Such is progress in the great state of Texas. They certainly knew where their priorities lay.As usual, there were only three forms of recreation available to a man after dark, and one of them was limited to a single woman. So it was back to poker for me. I got in early to the game this time, so I had a good look at the dealer. He looked honest, so I hung around. As usual, it. His other hand continued to stroke his thick hard dick. As he stroked himself, I too, stroked myself through my jeans.Within a few moments, I could see his dads body begin to shake slightly. With his hand gripping the base of his dick and his other hand moving from his balls back to his nipples. I watched as thick, white sticky cum oozed from his cocks head and run down his shaft, over his fingers and down his balls, resting there in the hair that covers his fat balls. The sight sent me over. Julian lay there in his bonds, panting, muscles twitching, covered by a sheen of sweat, in the most pain he had ever experienced, completely helpless to the whims of his captor.Next, Irvin brought back a long bamboo cane from the same area. Without so much as word, he swung the cane all over Julian’s back, ass and the back of his legs. Every square inch of exposed skin was caned. Irvin put all his weight behind every swing. Julian’s scream became guttural screams, nullified only by the.