I would roll on the pretty white lace topped stockings and attach them to the suspenders and slip on the white six inch heels. I would stroke the deli...ate lace of the thong, and feel how it brushes against my skin. I would feel how my nipples harden against the fabric of the corset when I touch them, and rub my fingertips over them until they feel hard and tingle when I stroke them. I touch and feel my pussy lips against the delicate silk and push my fingers up against my clit, thinking of you. " Yeah, it ain't the hosses fault that I let myself get gutshot. He's in that draw 'bout a hundred yards north of here. I'd be much obliged ifen ya'd put a bullet in my head afore ya leave me, since I knows I ain't gonna recover from this here bullet." Since ya asked so nicely, I'd be pleased to do that fer ya. Give my regards ta the Devil." With that, Jack shot Thompson in the head to put him out of his misery.Jack found Thompson's horse and brought it back to where Thompson lay. He stripped. ‘It wouldn’t have stopped him. You couldn’t have stopped it.’ ‘You’re right,’ she said, looking up into his eyes. ‘I lay there afterward—everything hurting, my thoughts spiraling out of control, wondering what had just happened and knowing the answer but refusing to accept it. And he got up, caressed my cheek, and said I brought it on myself, that I had deserved what just happened, and that he had been lenient with me. That sounded…wrong…but my mind accepted it, at least for the moment. I had. “So you can see where they are. That way you won’t accidentally touch them, if it can be avoided.”“Oh.” I forced myself to look at her, trying not to be distracted too much by her toned stomach. Once I nodded, she then turned around so I could see the few bruises on her back. There was one spot in particular that looked really nasty.She saw me focusing on it, and explained. “That’s where he got me with the taser. I was opening up yesterday morning for work, and he tased me behind the building.