<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>En route to The Rusty Spur Saloon<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- April 15th 2006 10:25pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Blair<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Keep it up, I dare ya." Clint playfully warned when Blaire exaggerated. "See what comes your way later." He threatened, perhaps reminding her of a time she kept playing so much that Clint gave her a ass a firm spanking. It might have been the reason she did it, He didn't question it. The country boy loved see her little tight butt turn pink then red. He spanked her when she was over his lap, when she was ridding him from the front, from the back, it didn't matter, her ass was his!<br/><br/>If she really would have wanted him to stop, she would have said so. Blaire was playing with him and Clint was more than happy to oblige. His rough calloused hand held steady, slipping higher up her legs even when she tried to close them. They would open nice and wide later for him tonight, but damn if the build up didn't make it any better! "You give me wins? Alright, I see how it is...let's just see how it ends up...but I have a feeling it will be you moaning my name..." Clint teased her back, as his hand advanced despite her hand resting on his.<br/><br/>He wondered how high he could get, a few inches? Perhaps he would be able to rub against the crotch of her panties, if she was wearing any or maybe finger her but not let her cum before getting to the bar, leave her nice and flustered. Clint's hand moved up inch by inch, testing how much Blaire would permit before pushing that limit, as always.