‘There’s a pod–‘ Diego groaned, ‘–waiting to take you there as soon as you’re ready. How’s the memory coming?’ she asked. Diego shru...ged non-commitally. ‘I guess the most accurate answer would be: ‘What memory?” he replied. She chuckled and nodded. ‘I suspected as much, well my name is Embers, Captain Emerald Embers. You may call me Embers or Captain,’ then as an afterthought, ‘or Captain Embers I suppose.’ ‘And I’m Diego, although it appears you already knew that,’ Diego said, swallowing his. The Cheyenne Social Club had its own stable and corral, soz I left Jack there. I tipped the swamper to give Jack a rub down and make sure he had some oats and corn to munch on.I went inside and had one of them German beers what was so good. While I was standin' at the bar, Kilgore came in, in his wheelchair. I nodded to him, but he very pointedly ignored me, and I had to smile to myself. He wasn't busy, so I asked the bartender ifen Kilgore used one of the whores. He assured me that Kilgore. "First, you're gonna do me a little service. You see--I got to dosomething to counteract what's been done to me. I got to do somethingthat makes me feel like a guy. Spending the night screwing you woulddefinitely do the trick." You're an asshole!" I hissed. I had seemingly managed to hop out ofone frying pan only to land in another. It had been a big mistake tothink that Hebner would keep up his end of the bargain out of gratitudefor having his masculinity restored."That's right, babe," he. I lead her to the bathroom and she pukes in the toilet.She rinses her mouth and I lead her back to her bedroom. I decide to stay a few minutes to make sure she doesn’t need to puke again and start unconsciously checking for signs of a boyfriend in her room. Looking back at the bed my cock goes rigid again. Lying on her stomach, her legs spread apart, her pussy was perfectly visible. God she was wet, she’d only been lying like that for a minute or two and already there was a wet patch growing.