I eased my hand out of her hot soaking wet pussy and held her tight until her breathing slowed back to normal. We walked hand in hand across the yard ...nto the house I was anxious to show my slave my "toy" room and to see if my latest toy had arrived. This toy was a special chair built to my specifications with an assortment of attachments specially located to give a women immense pleasure. I was not sure whether my sex slave would be able to stand it but I know she would have great fun trying. My musings were taking too long for Priscilla’s liking, I could tell. For more than a minute now I had done little more than trace my fingertips over the skin of her stomach, marking a slow and tantalising trail over her abdomen, up to – but not over – her ample bosom, and down to – but not through – her last remnants of tangled black fur. I knew of the intense, tingling pleasure that arose through such a light and simple touch, having used and suffered its delicious effects myself more than. “You know you,ref silly, Joe. Why not radio for a toilet break if you needed to beat your meat?” he smiled, acting the exact opposite of how I expected him to. “Wasn,t really thinking Sarge.” I apologised. “You mean you let your cock do your thinking for you!” he corrected and I stayed quiet. “So,what am I gonna do about this. I know you,re on the promotion list and can,t afford to go,on report. What do you suggest I do?” “Dunno Sarge,” But he was already on the radio ordering one of the relief. They were the final contestants in the three gun section of the cowboy action shooting contest. Each man wore clothes that told the world they were cowboys. Tyler and Charley competed with rifle, shotgun, and single action pistol through the four rounds of eliminations to face off in the championship. Tyler had won the rifle portion, Charley had won the shotgun portion so they had been tied going into the fast draw and shoot portion of the pistol competition."Thought I'd get you for sure this.