I was as righteously adamant as I knew how to be, but the man wasn’t letting go. Struggling with him was getting me nowhere. But positioning myself just so, against his hefty body, I laid into his groin with my knee as hard as I could. He “yeowwweed” like crazy, but he didn’t let go. And once he’d recovered from the blow, which didn’t take long at all, I found myself upturned, flung naked over his lap on the edge of the bed, getting my behind walloped with the palm of his hand. His broad stroke was mean and it hurt like the dickens. Whack after whack laid all about my fleshy mounds, it began to really hurt.
“You goddam bastard!” I wailed, forgetting that there were sleeping whores all over the upstairs of the saloon.
“Call me what you like, b***h, but you don’t f**k with my balls!” he w
