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front of the locked door, totally naked. She took Clint’s breath away. He never would have expected her body to look like that. Heavy breasts—the way he had come to like them—pale, smooth skin, a pubic thatch that was black and bushy—something else he liked.
    “One of us is overdressed,” she said.
    Clint undid his gun belt and put it on the desk, then undressed, beginning with his boots. When he was naked, he turned to face Lucy, who caught her breath.
    “Oh, my . . .” she said.
    He walked to her and took her in his arms, trapping his hard column of flesh between them. As they kissed, he slid his hands around to cup her buttocks and they began to grind their crotches together.
    He lifted her breasts, cupping them in his hands, and kissed her nipples, eliciting a slight moan from her. Then he slid one hand down between her legs, probed into that bushy patch, and found her wet.
    “Oh, God,” she said as he slid one fingertip along her moist slit. “My legs . . . are weak . . . please . . .”
    Abruptly, he lifted her in his arms, turned, and carried her into the cell block. He chose one of the open cells, entered, and set her down on a cot. He slid one hand down her belly and back into her crotch, rubbing her nipples with the other hand. She reached out, took his cock in her hand, and stroked it.
    “So this is what it’s like to be in jail,” she said.
    He chuckled, said, “Not quite,” and kissed her.
     
    Miss Jean said to Minnesota, “Who’s your friend? Oh, wait, the deputy—”
    “Yeah, we’re both deputies,” Minnesota said, “but don’t worry, we’re payin’ our way.”
    “Does your friend want to see the girls—”
    “I’ll pick for both of us,” Minnesota said. “Elspeth for him. I’ll take Louise.”
    “Wait in the sitting room,” she said. “I’ll get them ready for you.”
    Minnesota and Buck walked into the sitting room. There were a few other men, and half a dozen women walking around wearing next to nothing. Buck’s eyes popped.
    “You ain’t gonna tell me you never been here,” Minnesota said.
    “N-Not as a customer,” Buck said.
    “Well, son, you’re in for a treat.”
    “Who’s Elspeth?” Buck asked.
    “A big, beautiful blonde,” Minnesota said, “and I mean big.”
    “How big?”
    “You’ll see.”
    “And what about your girl? Louise?”
    “A tall brunette.”
    “Tall?”
    “I like ’em tall,” Minnesota said. “Somethin’ wrong with that?”
    “No, no,” Buck said. “Nothin’.”
    Minnesota leaned over and said, “And I’ll tell ya somethin’ else.”
    “What?”
    “I like drinkin’,” he said, “but nothin’ makes me drunk like spending time with a woman—a big, beautiful woman.”
    “Makes you drunk?”
    Minnesota nodded.
    “Like I had a bottle of whiskey.”
    Buck was thinking about that when Miss Jean came into the room.
    “The ladies are ready,” she said.
    “Let’s go, son,” Minnesota said, slapping Buck on the back.
     
    Lucy lifted her legs and spread them open, giving Clint easy access to her. He moved to the bottom of the cot and leaned on it until his face was right where he wanted it to be. He slid his hands beneath her, gripping her butt, and pressed his tongue to her, tasting her slowly. He licked very slowly up and down her pussy until she was moaning aloud, reaching down to grab the back of his head.
    “Oooh,” she said as he lapped at her avidly, enjoying the feel of her juices on his face, the tart taste of her on his tongue. “Goddamn. My husband would never do this. And you’re so good at it!”
    He didn’t speak, just continued to use his tongue and lips on her, until he could feel the trembling in her belly and her legs. She went as taut as a bowstring and seemed to stop breathing, then all of a sudden she was thrashing about, crying out, windmilling her legs, and bouncing the cot around, even with their combined weight on it.
    He withdrew his face from her hot crotch and said, “And that