With the same passion as a wife relieving her husband, Guinevera continued to moisten and massage the musky-smelling cock, sucking the taste of the Marshal down into her throat. With a hand on her head, she wondered how long had Marshal gone without a woman to ease the tension between his legs. He almost had to force Guinevera to take it all in, but eased before the tip of his cock could knock on the back of her throat any longer. She heard his command even with the dick in her mouth. With the Marshal being the paying and unhindered customer and himself not having a gun pointed at her, his commands were always right. She withdrew from the Marshal's manhood and stood up.<br/><br/>"As you wish, Marshal," Guinevera said. She loved how the Marshal didn't beat around the bush but went straight into it. She turned around and lifted her hair, momentarily draping the black locks over her right shoulder. "Marshal, wouldn't you mind if you can untie that purdy little bow at the top of my bustier?" She looked back to see if he would actually do it, since she could do it herself with no difficulty at all.