He’s rubbing his bulge against mine. Our dicks are stiff in our jeans, his throbbing erection rubbing against mine.We take each other’s T-shirts o...f and we carry on kissing. His hands are now running up and down my body. He’s stroking my body all over. We kiss and lick each other’s face and I unbutton his jeans, slip my hand down the front of his jeans. His jeans, they’re so fucking tight. I can’t squeeze my hand down so he helps me. He unzips his fly and my hand slips down his jeans, slips. Bend it perhaps, but not violate its integrity. Yes, I shall ensure thatyou will no longer be a wanted man," the Preator smiled at the doubleentendre which only he understood. "You shall be free with all the wealthyou can carry," Ashir explained. "In fact with my arts I can even cureyou injured arm. It smells like it is going septic. Quite a fair deal I'dsay."Rigo scowled uneasily. This felt more like a deal with the devil. "You'llnot have me executed or put in jail?"Ashir shook his head, "and. She removed the blind fold and he blinked dazedly “Hi” he croaked. “ Oh God Mr Saunderson. Our deepest apologies! There was a simple mix up, you were mistaken for another client” “ Is ok…” He muttered drunkedly. All of this was said as she hurriedly scooped up his clothes to thrust them in his stupified arms and hustle him toward the guest bathroom. The women began to dress him as he couldn’t see to get his lust-pleasured brain to fully function. They got him dressed and he kept muttering “Its. This here's Sean Murphy and that there's Ezra Woodpaker. Fellers, meet Jim Jones, the marshal of the fair city of Juniper, Texas." Yep, Juniper's a right lively place. We got three saloons an' two bordellos. Thin's jump around here on Saturday night."Ezra grinned and said, "Truth is, when we're on a job, we're care more 'bout the quality of the hotel and the restaurants, though we don't ignore the saloons." Our hotel should meet yer high standards, they even change the sheets once a week,.