What the hell, why not? She stopped in front of the restaurant part of the building and went in. The food offered was the staple beef and beans, with ...offee, for 25 cents. How bad could it be? She found out! The food was barely edible, but it was filling, so she ate enough to hold her until supper. The waiter was kind of surly, so she went into the saloon to talk to the bartender. She wanted to know if there were any problems on the road she should know about.She casually glanced into the room. He pumps my ass a few more times and then I feel it pull and slip out, all the air releases from my ass and I can feel the cum dripping down onto my pussy. He pushes that goddamn button one more time and I feel my ass tense up and shoot a bunch of come straight out of my butthole. I hear what sounds like about 3 guys laughing at that point. One of them starts laughing my ass really hard I can feel it welting it's stings and burns a little bit there is silence again. But not for long. I feel the. With a great moan, I lifted her off of me and set her on the seat. I stood up and pulled my jeans up and did them up. “We will have to finish later,” I said as I smiled down at her. We explored the little village, had some dinner and took in the great view of the mountains. It was all very beautiful, but all I could think about was getting her alone again so I could bury my cock deep inside of her tight pussy. When it was time to head back to the tram I was secretly hoping nobody would be. “Oh, Jacques! I’m so sorry!” she cried. “I am so sorry to have caused this!”“It’s alright, Marguerite,” he told her, holding her tightly and kissing her cheeks. “It is alright. I understand.”“I had to lie! He would have killed me!” She cried desperately. “I have doomed us all! Please forgive me!”“Oh, Marguerite,” he said softly, “I forgave you long ago. I was angry at first, but I know Jean. I know what he is capable of doing. I know he forced you to say the things you did. I just want you to.