He was glad that the two brothers from the nearby farm were visiting the farm because they both carried side-arms and long rifles as did most of the r...sidents of the not so peaceful valley.He was a bit flustered when the Mistress asked him to back her up when they went over to the Rocking "R" to arrest the two yahoos who had committed murder in the name of clearing out the settlers from supposed "open range" when each farmer had a legal document issued directly by the railroad with the blessing. Thicker than my wrist, it was the length of my forearm. His testicles hung below the size of lemons. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me down to the floor. "Suck on my dick now, bitch." I did nothing of the sort. I just tried to get away. I felt his big bulbous hand slapping me hard across the face. Hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to do damage.I resigned myself to my fate as I tears streamed down my face. "That was just a warning slut, get on your knees or I'm gonna hurt you."A. Thanks, Ms. Lake." Not a problem," Anna said with a smile, and then noticed that he'd focused on the television. "Do you want to watch this?" If you're not watching something. That's an episode I missed."Anna smiled and said, "Pull up a chair. I've never seen this before, but I'll give it a try. I'm not tired enough to sleep yet."James pulled off his leather jacket and draped it over the back of the recliner next to the couch where Anna was sitting. He was wearing a white wife-beater that. "Mmmhhh!" she sighed, smacking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "The cum of virgins always tastes so sweet." For a few minutes Ms. Maynard just concentrated on licking the helmet of my phallus, holding it in the center and flicking her wet pink tongue around its ridge. The swollen head was now sparkling under the light, coated in a thick layer of saliva. Then Ms. Maynard surprised me by gripping my penis just under the crown and squeezing it extremely hard, making the head swell.