I opened my eyes and craned my head around to look at him. Tousled, thinning brown hair, black t-shirt, a noticeable bulge in his black jeans: pretty ...ordinary looking really. He was sipping his wine and staring at my ass. “Do you like what you see?” I asked him tartly. He raised his eyes to mine and smiled, “Yes, thank you.” He took another glance, set down his glass next to the bowl and picked up the tweezers. “Should be OK now.” I felt him pinch my flesh a bit, and then gave an involuntary. “AH – Sir!” she called out.“Bounce on that dick, woman, bounce on it like you mean it, if you expect me to let you cum tonight.”“Ye-yes Sir..” she said meekly and gathered her feet under her so she was squatting over me, and she began to bounce vertically. The feeling was wonderful, and I wondered if the cameras were catching it.I didn’t maker Clara do this for too long, simply because I knew it would be tiring for her. I DID want her tired, but I did not want her TOO tired. Slapping that. Ten cents. Seemed fair, considering he had a wagon, and he and his boys were out in this cold. Ten cents went a lot farther in 1877.As the sheriff was getting ready to leave, I put in a final word."You be careful, getting Bill Jacobson. He is the most likely person to have killed Sheriff Haydon," I reminded him.He nodded and left. I made sure the door was shut and got about the business of eating, since I was up. Damn, I had been asleep for only four hours. It was going to be a long day, but I. I remember his load being very light as perhaps it was his second or third load of the night and I swallowed every drop. Most of the guys had already left when I swallowed this last load. I must have passed out on the coach afterwards, because I woke up on the couch with my coat laid over me. My dress was still barely on (but had no back to it), but really nothing else. My stockings were gathered around my ankles and my bra, panties and garter belt were scattered on the floor in shambles. I.