Back home, the preacher had alwayswarned, "As ye sow, so shall ye reap." What if the reaping that lay instore for Jessie Hanks shaped up to be ugly? ...asn't she better off notknowing her fate? Maybe the smartest thing would be to just let thebull gore her from behind. The best that could be said for the man whorode whistling into the bead of a bounty hunter was that he didn't haveto tire himself with a lot of fretting before he cashed out.The door opened behind her. The lamplight from the. ' You grunt as he abruptly withdraws his finger. Your thighs are running with your juices. John glares at you. 'I had to... you moan I couldn't help it..' His face is a mask.'To the chair!' he rasps. Sighing you move to the armchair in the middle of the room. You kneel in front of it, rest your hands on the seat and lean forward over it. 'Get your bottom higher' .... John snaps. You move your knees back, arching your back so that your bottom sticks out. 'Please, darling,' you say. I've...'. I then felt a wet cloth over my back and my pussy, wiping offthe excess cum. My pussy was swollen and hot and still wet.The forth person climbed on the bed and since I was stillon my knees, he put his head under me, directing me to siton his face which I happily obliged. His tongue was workingmagic down there when I felt him start to finger my ass. Hetook wetness from my pussy to lube my ass and began to fuckme with his finger. I cried out with pleasure and had yetanother orgasm. He climbed out. I heard the scrap of the doors bar and turned to greet Mary. My smile faded quickly when I saw the stranger. He was tall. Dark. He wore a robe sashed at the hip. Behind him a woman, a girl really, about my own age, she two had on a robe, sashed at the waist. And last to enter, the huge oaf of a man who carried firewood and opened the door for Mary. The door closed and I heard the bar fall into place on the outside of the door. I swallowed and waited to be addressed.His eyes covered me from my.