Marco grunted and his prick pulsed in my pussy, sending his sperm to join Giovanni’s, more running down my legs. Marco hadn’t been gone for three ...seconds before Matteo plunged into my pussy. The plug and his prick, more crowded than before. Marco lined up his cock for my mouth, waiting to be licked clean. It had even more cum on it. More of mine, more of the men’s. I could only imagine how thick it would be when Luca fed me his cock to clean; how many more times I would have orgasmed, two more. “Please no. She had a very hard time taking yours and Desmond’s huge cocks when you fucked her before. You’ll ruin her ability to enjoy any normal size cock,” Beth begged.“Can’t you be satisfied just doing me. I will do whatever you and Desmond want of me. Just please leave my daughter out of it,” Beth beggingly continued.“It’s like this, if you want us to keep satisfying you, you will let us have the use of your sexy little bitch daughter’s fabulous young body. The little whore took us before,. I wondered how many were watching. I wondered how many had hard cocks, wet cunts. I ran my nails up my thighs and almost collapsed with the pleasure. I was out of my mind. I brazenly reached up and grasped a nipple tightly. I ran the fingers of my other hand over my pussy, just under the hem of my skirt. At that very moment, the song stopped. I stood there like a statue for what seemed an eternity. Then a burst of whooping and applause started and I could see notes waving in disembodied hands. He said that he could see a steady stream of potential customers walking in and out my door, and he wanted a piece of the action. I suggested he talk to the saloon bartender who was the owner of the lot and make some sort of arrangement. They did, and the gunsmith moved in a few weeks later. He was fully competent at his job, so I had no compunction about sending customers to him, and he sent people to me to learn how to use their new guns. I liked this arrangement, too, because he kept me up.