The big black man got out of his car, angrily stalking to the drunken slut and turning her over. Even before he saw her face he could tell that she'd ...een out clubbing or something... her skirt was barely covering her ass and she was wearing a g-string... and no bra that he could see. Still, she did have a fine body to be showing off, not that he wanted it on his front lawn though. Brushing her short hair out of her face he jerked back in surprise. He knew her.Her name was Wendy and she was one. The bushwhacker was writhing on the ground from the pain, but not so much so that I could not put three more bullets into his body: one into his side, one into his back, and one into his chest. Thank goodness for the break-action of the Starr: it made reloading a very simple thing.Fortunately, I was only a few feet from my horse, so I struggled to him and grabbed a stirrup to pull myself to my feet. Yeah, that hurt, too. That was when I decided to see what was causing all of the pain if the. I looked at my fingers and saw my glistening cum on them. I slowly licked them clean and slowly drifted to sleep.That night I had dreams about Amanda. Of her sweet face between my legs. Her beautiful mouth firmly clamped around my hot pussy. I masturbated again when I woke up and I knew I had to have her. It was about two thirty in the morning and I gingerly lifted my my hand and tapped three times on the wall...I waited half hoping that she was asleep. I jumped when I heard the knock at my. I got glimpses of tits and ass as clothing dropped around her. It was making my pecker rise slowly and surely. I was getting ready to use him again. Brooke obviously was good at this. "Tell me slut, have you done this before?" "Yes master. Yeah. I did this on the nights Robbie was out gambling. I was making money at strip clubs. I'm really naughty master. You could punish me if you think I need it. You really should, daddy." "I think you're right little slave. You do need to be taught a lesson..