Tears slid down the sides of my face as any dignity I may have had flitted away with each progressive load that filled my mouth and flowed into my sto...mach. Each man took his turn squatting over my mouth and unleashing his own load for me to consume. They ranged from solid to almost straight liquid, only inter spaced by the occasional torrent of piss to wash down my throat. As the men finished I heard them collect their things and make their way to the door, laughing and slapping each other on. Blackwood said as he pointed to a tall skinny man with a big black mustache.“Pleased to make your acquaintance Mr. Latham.” Clete smiled and shook his hand.“Likewise Mr. Hawkins. We laughed at Leamon when he said you took his money last night, he usually takes ours when we play.” The man never smiled as he looked the kid over.“Clete, this is William Hogan, he too is a rancher and owns almost four thousand acres that joins Franks spread south of town about ten miles.”“Pleased to meet you Mr.. I held her lightly as we danced and she lowered her head to rest it next to mine. Other people came into the bar asking what was going on and before long we had more congratulations and toasts to the happy couple. Drinks came our way from other patrons and we gradually let ourselves get carried away in the emotion of the occasion. All thoughts of going out for a few hours were forgotten. The party and dancing continued until late in the evening, eventually Gina whispered in my ear that she. An intelligent woman; she wanted to get on with her job and despised aspects of the male-oriented industry in which she was frequently treated as a kitten; often hit on by fumbling middle-aged men who assumed she would lie down and roll over, at the slightest whiff of a high-earner.She had an IQ of 164. She kept that to herself most times, as the men around her could become ... difficult, if they found out. Not that she found this an issue, it just kept things simpler.However, despite all this,.