.." The Wench grinned. "Think how humiliated your Papa would be to have to perform a service like that -- submit to another man and suck his cock..." ...Oh," Bianca replied, then her eyes widened, "Oh!" Honey?" Papa was... freaked... for a couple of weeks a while back. Alternated between being embarrassed and severe attacks of machismo. I think Mister Jason punished him for something..." Oh." The Wench blinked. "Ummmm, yeah, you're probably right. It's seriously humiliating, and Jason -- or even. I opened my red lips and took the head of Ken’s member in my mouth. It felt like other men I had taken – wonderful. Hot. Throbbing. Salty. Intimate. There is a reason why women love to fellate their men – not just their men, but men. We feel beautiful when a man desires us enough to hold our face in his hands and place his organ in our lips. I now felt Ken’s hands on the back of my head, urging me on. Even though I could hear the music of the cabaret singer and the clinking of. "Wha-?" I start to say before you untie me and flip my legs over. "Turn around and face the wall." I turn over and get into an almost praying position. My knees tucked under me, on the bed as I face the wall, you retie my hands to the bed posts. You pull back on my hips so my ass is extended and out. "This is what you get for disobeying me when I said not to move. If you move at all or shrink back at any time during this, I'm starting over. Do you understand?" "Yes" I say quietly, still. They were seated next to a tall gentleman in a black coat and fancy pants. He quickly noticed the Deputy U.S. Marshal badges and turned to Eli.“Deputy, where are you and your friend headed?”“Cimarron, New Mexico Territory,” Eli said as he looked the man over.“You have a long ride ahead of you. I am Anderson Bredamon, perhaps I can help you as you travel the Indian Territory. I am the head of the Bureau of Indian Affairs for Indian Territory.”“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Bredamon, I’m Eli Crow and.