Her fingers moved to the button of his jeans, popping it open with practiced ease. She both heard and felt the sharp intake of breath as her fingers s...ipped inside his jeans.He stiffened, his fingers gripping her tighter, not daring to let go of her as she slowly stroked her fingers over the bulge in his boxer shorts.“Fuckkkkkk,” he hissed into her mouth as her fingers slipped down inside the elasticated waist of his boxers. She felt the soft curls of his pubic hair and the throbbing tip of his. “Anyway,” I said, “The more you practice, the easier it will get. Are you ready for the next lesson?”One of the things that I liked about Luke was his laid back attitude, and I admired the fact that even though he would shortly be licking my juicy pussyflesh, he showed no real signs of being nervous or over-excited. “I want to show you a short video first,” I said, “I think this will give you a few useful tips.”I loaded the DVD into the player, and used the remote to skip forward to the point. The bartender didn't know what Caleb was particularly interested in hearing, so he threw in a lot of extraneous and useless information, but one useful gem was that Jeremiah Higgins, the local cattle baron, was hiring gunslingers. It seems that Higgins had arrived in Ardmore from New Jersey in July of 1865 with nothing but a carpetbag and the clothes on his back. However, he had parlayed a considerable skill at poker into becoming the largest land owner in Henderson County and had combined his. Perform well. If you don’t, no one will call you for a private room. You’ll have to live one week without sex,” Dom said as he left. Michael held my hand and made me stand.“Are you interested in being his sex slave? What do you have in mind?” Michael asked.“What? Did I perform well?” I asked.“Well, you are good at stripping. But are you willing to be his slave?” Michael asked.“No, I don’t know anything about stripping. Anyway, I can’t live without sex. So I’ll perform like this tonight too. I.