It felt so good getting my ass powerfully pounded by a man. I grabbed his ass and squeezed as I pulled him into me with each thrust. He played with my...cock a little but I moved his hand away because I wanted to cum from his cock alone. He popped out and I reached down and brought his dick back into my hungry ass. He starting fucking me harder and faster and I could feel myself inching closer to a true, cock stimulated orgasm. The sensation had me moaning and telling him to keep fucking me, he. The problem was that I was going to be in considerable pain for a few days. She warned me not to take too much laudanum and to rest as much as possible in bed. At least, I had a reasonably pleasant place to recuperate: The Cheyenne Social Club. I stayed in one room and took my meals there. The ladies of the establishment made a point of looking after me, but I was much too sore for sex during that time. Oh, well, my “doctor” did keep me from any sort of infection from the wound, and I recovered. I havent been dancing in a long while. How would you feel about getting down and dirty after our dinner? We could go to this black blues club Im familiar with. We could dance and whoop it up. Would you feel uncomfortable? Not many whites will be there. I told her as long as she thought Id be safe I thought that itd be great. She said not to worry, so we made our plans for that night. It was a great night. The blues club was so much fun. And the people were very friendly. LaTisha and I did some. ’ ‘That’s too bad,’ Steph says as ideas formulate in her head. ‘We have one, though. You’re welcome to come over and try it out sometime. Do you live close by?’ ‘Really? That would be cool,’ Heather says. ‘I live a couple of streets over.’ ‘Sure, you just give me a call any time.’ She tells Heather her number and wonder if the girl can remember it. In fact, she knows Heather will forget it, so she writes it down on a napkin and stuffs it in Heather’s purse. ‘There, now you’ll have it.’ Heather.