I talked to the bartender while Abi watched my back. He had nothing new to offer, so we moved on to the next saloon. The results, here, were the same,... so we moved on to the next one. I was asking the bartender about Hudson when Abi screamed, "MIKE! DUCK!"I dropped to the floor, and so did Abi. Toward the back of the saloon, I saw Hudson seated at a table with two very tough looking characters. Both of them were standing, staring at me, and drawing their guns. Abi and I rolled on the floor in. .. I've passed your reports, I've taken a personal interest in furthering your career Lieutenant. What I want now is for you to ease that uniform skirt up off your big round ass, lower your prissy little pants. Ease those big stiff cheeks apart, and stand there to attention while I butt fuck the shit out of your worthless ass... or, you can turn around, leave and kiss your promotion and place on my staff goodbye as you go! does that make it clear Lieutenant?"'I couldn't believe my ears, all the. Well that's what she calls it, although there is not much examination and a lot of fondling. It's so strange to be feeling her up on the inside, so hot and so... well more than sexy, intimate. It's not meat, not cold or dead. This is her hot, moving, breathing slippery insides I have my hand in, and she can feel every touch. If I put my shoulder right up between her legs I can reach between her lungs and stroke her heart. Yes, her living beating heart. Somehow it seems so... her centre... her. The growing pressure made her asshole stretch, and a stab of pain shot through her body. Her tender brown asshole expanded until she grunted. Mr. Moore graciously halted the advance of his giant cock.He stared between the slut’s spread asscheeks. Seeing how her little asshole was stretched over half his cockhead, he was filled with the desire to fuck his cock deep. Holding himself back, he said, “Relax, Sylvia. It might hurt a little at first, but if you relax, it’ll get better fast. If it.