My Colts were better than anything he had in the shop. I did pick up two boxes of shells though. I replaced the spent cartridges with new shells.Lunch...at Delmonico's was good as usual. About 4:30 that afternoon, a small wagon train entered Dodge. The date was August 13, 1873. It could only be the Waite Phillips wagon train. I sat on the bench outside the hotel. I watched as the group disembarked from the wagons. Remembering Angelica's description I recognized her mother Peggy Sue. I also knew. .. such a beautiful boy...", she whispered, "Did that silly bitch get you all hot and bothered… and leave you aching?"I was mesmerized… my own cock throbbed and quivered as she spoke, longing to hear such words spoken to me like that… I wished I was Bodi.Julia placed her hand on Bodi's fur clad sheath and gripped it tightly, the dog's pointed nub was still poking out a bit, and dripping a clear fluid from the tip."Aaaahhoo Yes... yes, she did. Poor little doggie got so hard and achy." Julia. You give me the tiniest nod and I smile. Tonight’s going to be very satisfying, I now know for sure. My boss gives the indication that we’re about to start and we usher everyone outside on the patio. I fulfill my duties as Gallery Assistant, taking pictures, skirting the edge of the crowd. I slip in besides you and I feel your body tensing. “Having fun?” I ask in a low voice. “Not yet,” you reply. “Anything I can do to help?” “I’m sure you have something in mind,” you respond. I take some more. Ashley is just screaming and crying into her gag, as she is getting no pleasure out of this anal fucking from Victoria. All it is doing is causing her more pain than she ever thought possible. Victoria loves the gagged cries and screams of Ashley as her hips move like lighting sending the strap on deeper into Ashley’s ass. Out of nowhere Candice Michelle appears behind Victoria stroking the raven-haired Divas muscley back before reaching her hand down. Cupping Ashley’s worn out crotch Candice.