”“Good, good.” He told me. “So what can I do for you?”“Well Sir.” I told him. “I just got a visit from a couple of FBI agents again.�...“Really?” He said, his voice not the least bit surprised. “Well I suppose that’s par for the course this week. I trust you handled it in the usual manner?”“Of course Sir.” I assured him.“Okay.” He said. “I’ve got an important meeting that’s going to commence when my guests arrive and you’ve got my daughter to pick up from school in a couple of hours, don’t. A cold wind came up durin' the night, so we spent the next day rotatin' from one ta the next of the three saloons in town. Damned ifen I didn't switch ta sasparilla afore too long. It wasn't so bad when I cooled it down, an' I was afeared of drinkin' too much beer. I didn't want it affectin' my judgement, but that sasparilla sent me ta the jakes nearly as often as that much beer would have.I'd been teachin' Sam ta play poker, an' I had admonished him not ta use his mind readin' skills ta give. ” “All right,” she said, reluctantly. “I shouldn’t have told you I want you to come in my mouth, though.” “Why not?” “I’m a nice girl. Whores do that.” “Nice girls do it, too, you know.” “With their husbands, maybe.” “And their lovers.” “Why do I want to be your whore?” she asked, sucking his crown between her lips one more time. “Because you believe it will please me?” She hummed. “I do want to please you.” “You’ve been doing well so far.” “Do you think we should fuck now?” “If you would. She pulled out a matching set of red satin bra and panties set on a hanger, quick as a flash I said very nice but for a proper opinion I would need to see them on her, to whom Tina agreed and said Sharon should go and model them for me. Sharon said she wouldn't as it would just be teasing me. This felt really strange but exciting to hear myself being talked about like this in my presenceTina then changed tactic and began to fire a series of rapid fire questions about our session together, was I.