There was no doubt Guinevera knew what she was doing and it was starting to win over the Marshall, at least physically. He sat better when she repositioned herself, watching her take to him with an enthusiasm he wondered if she had with all her patrons. His hand moved to the top of her head, his demand for controlling surfacing as he pulled her in for more,  threatening to forcing the thick crown down her throat but he was far more interested in stripping her down fully.<br/>"Take it all off."<br/>He commanded, letting his hand move back on the dress. A low hiss left his lips through clenched teeth, it was impossible to deny what his body was experiencing and the madam of the saloon was pushing those limits. Wrynn's cock continued to grow as if responding to her every touch and suckle but it would get to the point that he would want more and he had quite a bit to give as well after enduring a self induced dry spell. He hoped her stopping to strip down would buy him a little more time, if she insisted on having him then he would enjoy the night and the personal attention of Guinevera.