For the most part, the townsfolk seemed to appreciate the no-gun policy I’d established for the whole of Little River. A newcomer couldn’t buy a d...rink, sample a whore, enjoy a meal, until he’d stopped by the new jail at Second and Market.It wasn’t a proper jail yet, funds hadn’t come through for the construction of the cells. But I had a sturdy, padlocked closet inside the Market Street office for holding guns and knives. Rebecca even figured out a system to keep track of whose was whose when. He then moved her so she was laying under me. He then lit the candle, and let it burn for a minute. He put the candle, so that it was sticking out of my ass parallel to the floor. I heard her moaning for some reason, as he said, "Well, now, we're going to play a game. First, slave, I am going to swat your ass with this riding crop, and you will count each stroke out loud. I wouldn't suggest moving your ass around too much, however, or your sweet wife will share your suffering. You see, I've. I'll do my best. I..." Gene hesitated, almost didn't confess. "I accidentally touched Lauren's butt ... I was reaching around you and ... her butt was just there."Tamara smirked at him. "That's another thing. I noticed. I felt your hand move toward my pussy. I knew Lauren's body was touching me there. You didn't exactly pull your hand away when you felt her, Gene."He felt shame again, said, "no ... I didn't. I ... This is all crazy, Tamara. I feel like I'm losing control of myself in so many. I’ll walk away and it will be like I never asked.”That piqued my curiosity so I said, “Okay. Ask away.”He leaned forward, lowered his voice and asked, “Do you like to suck cock?”I sat looking at him for about twenty seconds wondering how in the hell he knew I was a cocksucker. I had kept that part of my life well away from the nudist resort. Finally I looked him in the eye and said, “Yes. Why do you want to know?”He continued quietly, “There’s a few of us who like to suck cock and a lot more.