I suggested he talk to the saloon bartender who was the owner of the lot and make some sort of arrangement. They did, and the gunsmith moved in a few ...eeks later. He was fully competent at his job, so I had no compunction about sending customers to him, and he sent people to me to learn how to use their new guns. I liked this arrangement, too, because he kept me up to date on all of the new guns that came out, and there were a lot of them.Every once in a while, the marshal sent his deputies to. See her totally in my control and with only a piece on her body still left she was looking god damn sexy, she didn’t have any bit of fat under the skin, something which is the result of long hours in gym and tennis court. She knew she was going to be raped today, and was crying continuously. Her lovely eyes and fair skin long hairs were asking me to touch her, not forcefully, but romantically, my anger was gone now and replaced by lust. Without significant resistant I removed the last piece. STOP! ... PLEASE!" SAY 'I AM YOUR OBEDIENT SLAVE AND I LIVE TO PLEASE MY MASTER'" I yelled, then put my mouth up to her ear again and pulled the ropes very tight. "Or you die...right here...right now...you will die!"I was not going to kill her, but she didn't know that."I... am your obedient slave and I live to please you!" she barely managed to squeak out, messing up the line. It was close enough.I loosened the rope but kept it around her neck. She took several large gulps of air and. I shouldn’t do it but the thought of giving into that command was sending waves of desire up my spine. I lifted my shirt but he shouted, “NO! Not like that. Remove it without taking off your shirt.”I obeyed. I reached up and unclasp my bra and then I pulled off one shoulder and then the next and finally pulled the bra down the front of my shirt. I felt my breasts naked and bare under the shirt. My little budding nipples pressed out just begging to be seen. I felt his eyes on them. I knew he was.