I was nervous, to say the least. I went to the door and opened it. There he was, the man that was going to be fucking me in a short while.“Hi Mark... please come in,” I greeted him.“Hello Pam, damn you look good,” he replied.Mark was undressing me with his eyes as he came in the door. My nipples were hard and showing through my tank. We walked on into the living room where Lyn was waiting.“Hello Lyn,” Mark nervously said, ”thank you for allowing me to come over, it is really a. "First of all, do we know who this Litchfield is, sir?" Sgt. Ballerton asked."We do. I know of him, and have even met him a few times. He is or was a very wealthy and influential cattle rancher. His family moved here during the late 1800's and settled in as ranchers. They did well. He is the last of the Litchfield's. He was honored a few years ago by the governor of the state for political contributions with the rank of Col. in the state militia."He was a pompous arrogant asshole that expected. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.”“An excellent idea,” I replied, “also insure that they are all being fed adequately, as that is part of the law also.”Having finished our breakfast, we retired to the bath house. It was located near the edge of the village, just above the river. It was a small building with only one bathing area, which was used by both men and women. There were two. Again, holding my head completely immobile, you push your big cock into my mouth; all the way in till you hit the back of my throat. I am not so quick to gag this time, lasting maybe ten seconds before I can no longer suppress my gag reflex.Again, you hold my head firm to keep your cock planted on the back of my tongue to train my throat to open up for you. Then you ease your cock back enough to calm my gagging. And then you slide right back in. Hold a little longer. Back out. Repeat.Your pace.