I'm going to destroy it" he said and slapped harder then squeezed the leather as if he was trying to make it a part of me. Then he slapped it again an... the sound of it filled the room. That was the only thing you could hear - my shiny whore boots creaking along with my leather as the powerful man was having his way.During this time I was looking straight in the eyes of my neighbor who was the fifth guy. I slowly crawled off from the fourth man and I heard a very horny sounding "you dirty whore". Now, you go back inside and put it where it belongs!" I can't, Ma. It's time for me to go to work swamping at the saloon, and you know that Mr. Jones said that he would fire me the first day I showed up late." I then told her about the run in with Mr. Hawthorn and why I was wearing the gun.Ma said, "Well, I guess you do need the protection, and your pa did say that he was going to let you wear the gun all the time when he got home, now that you were a working man. Okay, go ahead and wear that. It had shown her other women, each just as resistant, in a thousand other occupations throughout the city. Like her, the webbing covered their pussy, preventing any attempt at masturbation or sex. She had seen these other beautiful women, resistant to the creature’s orders, forced to climax at the most inopportune times, stripped of every ounce of dignity. There had been one woman, a blonde barely more than a teenager, cumming so intensely that she released her bladder at the time, wetting her. Now I preferred to wash Kelly with my hands, no washcloth. It was more fun to play with her soap-slippery parts that way. I started out washing/massaging her shoulders and back. Somehow, my hands kept slipping around front to massage her perfect breasts. Once I had my hands back under control, I turned her around so that I could properly wash those perfect breasts.While face to face, Kelly kept distracting me with kisses and washing my already erect penis. I knelt down to wash her beautiful.