When Black Bob rode into town, the men went into hiding. He was one of the meanest outlaws this side of the Rio Grande. He always wore a big black cowboy hat, and black boots. He was dressed in black from head to toe. Even his horse was black. He was a tall man, almost 7 ft tall, and probably weighed 300 lbs. He was a very fast draw, and bragged about killing a dozen men just this year. But many times he could end a fight just using his big fists. He was very tough. "It's Black Bob" a man yelled running into the saloon. The men scattered. Only the bartender and one of the chorus girls remained.
Black Bob flung the saloon doors open, and strutted into the saloon. "Give me a whiskey" he yelled. The bartender quickly poured him a whiskey with trembling hands. "Give me the whole bottle" he yelled. The bartender sat the bottle on the table beside Black Bob's whiskey glass. Black Bob grabbed the chorus girl by the feather boa she wore, and pulled her to him. He quickly lifted her up into his lap, and she screamed. He held her on his lap, and his large hand slid around her waist. He slipped his hand between her legs, and roughly rubbed her crotch.
She pushed at his large hand, but couldn't move it. He laughed. He pulled her leg band of her costume over, and began to rub her exposed pussy. His finger slipped up and down the wet pussy slit. The girl moaned as he began to slip his finger inside of her wet pussy. "Oh, yes Black Bob" she moaned. He quickly lifted her up onto the table. With his large hands he tore her costume from her body. She lay on the table naked now. He pulled her white creamy thighs apart, and lowered his face between her legs. His tongue rapidly flicked up and down her swollen clit.
