Angel had immediately gone for his revolver and finished the rest off, but in the commotion he had received a round to the upper arm. It wasn't a seri...us wound, but it had hurt, and he had done the rest of the ride with it strapped to his chest on the orders of the group cook, who had failed medical school before going into the cattle business and ran an impromptu surgery out of the back of the meal wagon. Riding one-handed did nothing to improve Angel Eyebrow's usually bad mood. After that. When I was finally all the way in I felt her relax, then start to push back against me. Rocking her hips back and forth with my cock buried deep to the hilt. I could only imagine how we looked: Debbie Does Dallas playing on the TV, her drunken husband upstairs and me thrusting and fucking her ass while she fingered her pussy. I pulled way back keeping only the head of my cock inside her and slid forward with a little more force. Deeper and faster with each thrust, eventually pumping her ass. " Panting she snapped her head up an intense look of hatred in her eyes, "Never will I beg to you or any other man you ugh! Son of a ugh! Bitch!" I just shook my head and lay back down. The next day I awoke looking down at Cloe, she was asleep, good, and I didn't feel like listening to her mouth. Reaching out I started to feel for the barrier that kept Cedrick confined to the dimension he'd been in for centuries. It was worse than I thought, shit the way it was starting to fail, he be out. ‘Russell, I was invited here.’ He looked down his thin, long nose at me. After a few brief moments, recognition flashed over his face and, I have to admit, it was priceless. I think he almost stammered. ‘Master Nicolai? You have,’ he looked me up and down again, ‘changed.’ ‘Eleven years will do that to a person, Russell. If you would be so kind as to let me in, now.’ It felt good being a bit pushy with him. It made my heart slow down and I unclenched the fists that I hadn’t realized I was.