Now he started to panic Max knew his hands could never be thought of as slim, they were like shovels and he had short black hair. "What the hell is g...oing on here?" he shrieked, again his voice was high pitched. He looked down at his chest in mounting panic; only too see two perfectly formed female breasts. His hands darted to his groin and felt a vagina. Max swept away the equipment by his bed and stared at the reflection in the metal tray, an attractive woman's face stared back at him."Are. And me too.I just wanted to tear her dress apart and fuck her right there. But I wanted her to enjoy as much as possible. I let her hands go. And she wasn’t using her hand to resist me anymore.I slowly started to move my hands on her belly. I made rings around her belly button with my fingers while rings with my tongue on her neck. Then I moved my right hand to her right breast and started to finger her nipple over the top – three places at once.Now I moved my left hand from her belly and. I’m here til I die or you get tired of lookin’ at me. I’d work for nothin’, just to get to live here like this, have a chance to get a wife and family with my meals and clothes bought like this. You’ll never be sorry you let me live that day back there,” Otis told him as they sat on the ground out of the wind and talked.“Marshal, I reckon I feel the same way Otis does. Him and me have talked about what you and your family has done for us, and for all of us that was soldiers in the cavalry up to. I slowly walked up to our room and waited, watched some TV and waited some more. Around thirty minutes had passed before I decided to go back down to see my wife. She was still sitting in the booth when I arrived with another round of drinks for us, her breasts still showing beautifully through her top, except now there were two men sitting in the booth on either side of her. They had clearly had a few drinks and fancied their chances with a woman showing off in a hotel bar, maybe thinking.