The man at the bar paid for four mugs of beer and picked them up to carry them back to the table. I figured that I could not have picked a better time...to find them, since the saloon was practically empty, and they were going to be distracted by the arrival and distribution of the fresh beer.The man carrying the beer leaned over the table to pass out the mugs, and that was when I made my move. "YOU FOUR GENTLEMEN ARE UNDER ARREST FOR BANK ROBBERY! PLEASE KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" I. All it said was “Just In Case”. He looked at me quizzically, holding the long box in his hand. It was about eighteen inches long, and narrow. I gave no sign of what I was thinking. I just stood there, holding my breath.He tore off the paper and lifted the lid. His eyebrows rode high up on his face and he looked up at me from under them, then reached in and lifted out the riding crop.It was a beauty, I had to admit. I’d gone to adult shops and looked at them, but they seemed cheap and tawdry,. There was a battery powered amp hanging from the ceiling and curtains made out of torn up shirts covered the two small cut out windows on both each wall. I started shivering from the wind that started blowing. I was about to climb down the ladder when I saw my brother climbing up. Hey, he said, what are you doing up here? Nothing, I told him. I just wanted to look around in here. I was getting bored in the house. Yeah, theres nothing to do, he said as he took a seat against one of the walls. I. Well, I’m glad I have the two of you here, because I am in the mood to get fucked all day.”She undoes two more buttons of her blouse, slides her skirt up some more, “Dutch honey, I think Dean wants to fuck your wife.”“Do you Dean? Do you want to fuck my wife?” Dutch glances my way. The camera lays dormant at his side and he takes a big gulp of beer and jacks vigorously on his cock, “You gonna fuck my wife, Dean?” “Oh yes,” I am leering right at the shadowy cave made by her parted thighs and.