Arkansas Sam's miserable, unpleasant hide at about mid-chest level.In case you're wondering, I'm a bounty hunter, and I've been chasing Arkansas Sam f...or nigh on to five weeks. He knew it, too. That's why he tried to perforate my back with buckshot as soon as he spotted me in that two-bit saloon. Were it not for the mirror behind the bar, he might well have got me, but he caught my eye when he jerked up his shotgun and cocked it.My reflexes have been superlative ever since my childhood in. And he did, but just barely. Lizzie pushed against him. “I’m fine!” She shouted, a little louder than was necessary, and stormed away. He let her go, and she stumbled out of the room and down the hallway. Get away from him, get away from him, get away from him became her new mantra. She found an open door and an empty room and rushed in, slamming the door behind her. Ok Liz, get a grip! He isn’t that hot! He’s entirely annoying, and you hate him! He is not for you, and you know it! Lizzie. He would usually close my eyelids very carefully with the tips of his fingers and leave me for a moment to grab a ball gag. He would put it in my mouth and shove his fingers roughly into my pussy. Then once I had orgasmed at his command, he would take me to his bed and beat me, pinch me, grope me roughly in ways I loved and hated at the same time."I dressed up for you... I thought you'd like it," I bravely told him.His hands grabbed my shoulders roughly, barely missing my pressure points, and. I like the wig, especially with those glasses.But she couldn't look away for long. She tried. Again. But Professor Hughes always brought her back. She would turn away from the white board on her heels, fast enough to swing her skirt wide and flash just a few inches of her thighs through the long slit in the fabric.Paige felt the familiar pressure. I want to run my hand up those thighs. I want to squeeze her breast and bury myself... her own breasts ached. She bit her lip. Come on, she shifted.