Stop rubbing." Panting, Shannon groaned to herself and withdrew her wet fingers away from her clit. "Lick your fingers off little whore." Shannon slow...ly licked her fingers clean as she continued to listen. "Before you watch football today, I want you to finish opening the rest of your gifts. You will use all of the gifts during the game. Start rubbing your clit again slut." There was another pause, and Shannon's fingers slid from her mouth with a soft pop. Her hand slid between her legs again. Angel had immediately gone for his revolver and finished the rest off, but in the commotion he had received a round to the upper arm. It wasn't a serious wound, but it had hurt, and he had done the rest of the ride with it strapped to his chest on the orders of the group cook, who had failed medical school before going into the cattle business and ran an impromptu surgery out of the back of the meal wagon. Riding one-handed did nothing to improve Angel Eyebrow's usually bad mood. After that. As we kissed more she pushed her hand deeper into my cunt, jerking me off with her fingers as I now moaned with satisfaction. "I want your cunt whore" she whispered in my ear as we broke off our kissing. I looked at her for a moment and before I could answer, she backed off a bit more and slapped my face hard several times. "You fuckin' cunt" she said as she now grabbed my hair and rose up off the sofa, pulled me to the floor where Carol was now standing. Carol hadn't told me that Betty was. By the time we were done, I was in a lot of pain, but I also felt like we were making big strides for the first time. He cautioned me to let him know tomorrow if there were any side effects and let me go for my third appointment of the day.Victoria let me in and sat me down before bringing up my chart. “There are no broken bones,” she said, giving me some relief. “There looks like some extensive bruising though.” She took out a tongue depressor and shone a light down my throat. “Have you had.