She managed to extract another ejaculation from each of her men before snuggling in with her husband. There was one more short screw apiece in the mor...ning followed by a group shower.The worldly Cowboy had a surprising request as they entered the big bunkhouse shower room. He had intercepted Rita on her way to the toilet. He sat down on the shower floor and had her squat over his half hard cock. Cum was drooling out between her pussy lips as the yellow stream shot out and, with his guiding hands. James opened the pub every evening on the orders of Mr. Sloane, the resort owner, on the chance an extra buck could be made. After James was paid, there was rarely more than a twenty directed to the resort's coffers.Mr. Sloane called ahead to say he'd be bringing potential investors to the pub for a friendly game of -- presumably -- high-stakes poker. James aired out the back room and scrubbed the big oak table till it gleamed.More money for the resort would mean improvements to the pub: new. We both knew what she wanted to see, but I was in charge here and she knew it. ‘Ready to pay homage to your new master?’ I asked, slowly lowering my trousers zipper, then unbuttoning the waist. Then, without waiting for her reply, I lowered my pants and underwear down, ‘There he is slut, now show him your appreciation.’ Her eyes went wide as all ten semi erect inches came into view, and both of her petite hands reached out to take hold of it, heft it, as if incredulous of its magnitude. ‘I’ve. “I…”, my words were interrupted as she placed her finger over her lips to single I was not to speak. I stood still and silent. She moved to a sitting position on the bed and began fumbling with the button on the top of my jeans while she looked up at me. Her brown eyes were focused upon my eyes with a devilish sparkle. I was frozen in place as I felt her unfasten my jeans, pull them free of my hips and my hardness sprung free. I kicked my shoes loose and stepped out of them. She kisses the tip.