The girl sat watching the open box, eying it as she undressed slowly, drawing out the time as if somehow the task would grow easier with time. She kne...w better, had learned not to wait, not to delay, she had once, never again. She did not fear him, she feared his displeasure. He had taught her the lesson, a lesson so simple it seamed obvious, she failed him when she failed herself.At first it felt strange to be naked, now it felt right. It had become natural, not because he watched her, just. Even with a fifty-fifty split with Manning, she was still clearing forty to sixty dollars a night. She was, of course, giving Ellen nothing. Her only inconvenience was having to occupy another room down the hall, since Ellen and her customers kept her original bedroom busy.Miranda was aware, however, that she could double or triple her intake by catering to a higher clientele. It was with this in mind that she had been busy most of the day in arranging a "special" evening.Returning in late. "Bobby gathered up the hobbled horses and restored the packs to their backs. With constant prodding from Storm Who Walks, Bobby was finally ready to travel. He and his train of pack animals were directed to move at a brisk lope to the nearest town, which was about an hour away. Bobby was directed to go to the livery stable and sell the horses he had. He was told to buy a pack mule that was trained to follow without a lead rope. This turned out to be very nearly an even swap, since a mule. Finally, as her cunt spasmed a second time for me, I could stand it no longer. Legs weakening, I gave several weak thrusts and pumped a full load up her snatch. She sealed the orgasm with a deep kiss.It was almost with a sigh of relief that I sank into Jerry’s living room couch. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cum so often in such a short time. After Alice, Bobbi Sumners had dragged me back to the spare bedroom. After a delightful sixty-nine, in which we both came, I had rolled on top.