I struggled to open the door and tripped over my own feet inside thebathroom, my ass hitting the linoleum with a crack. At least, I thoughtit was a c...rack from the collision, my sides were burning and a crackingsound was causing far too much pain. The linoleum felt oddly softunderneath me, and as my legs wobbled I slipped back down. My belt wasloose on top of my hips. Maybe I don't need the gym?"I can hear you out there," a sultry woman's voice called from over theopen stall doors. "Are you. In seconds he was close and his two friends had followed. The newcomers looked to be merchants or perhaps traders that had a higher standard of living than most of the people that were Wodenists. Apparently they all knew me by the way they were acting. I was hoping to remain anonymous a bit longer but my identity came out sooner or later."Hello, my lord. Do you have any need of our services? Anything."The belligerent officer snarled and asked me, "Who are you?" It was even turned into a small. He put a bullet right between Brotmore's eyes, killing him on the spot.I went rushing to help and found Bob looking at Brotmore and shaking his head. He said to me, "I'll bet he never meant to shoot me. He was too good a shot to miss at that distance. I'll bet he wanted me to shoot him. He was a dead man, anyway, either from a hangman's rope or from gangrene. This way, he doesn't have to face the pain of a ride back to Texas."I said, "Ya're probably right. At least, ya didn't mess up his face. I've been thinking about this all day."Like she had said, she was wet, dripping wet. Her moisture felt like the albumen of an egg flowing inside her. Penetrating her pussy was like slipping into a comfortable pair of shoes. It was a perfect fit.He began slowly at first going deep then pulling out. He began again thrusting two or three times before pulling back."Stop teasing, Ben. Get it in and keep it in." Her hips began bucking to demonstrate her urge to get on with it.He got the message and.