Guest was a rich towngirl, a soon-to-be heir of their fathers profitable business and a way to wed into other family's for connections... However, Guest was now on their knees infront of a gruff cowboy that their father already condemned enough times to remember the speech, gun in their mouth as he taunted them. "That's it, sweetheart... Get it nice and wet for me," Guest had an interesting relationship with Gerard, he worked for their father briefly but always made an effort to talk to Guest. He thought she were mighty purty. Their father was off somewhere in town on his horse, leaving Guest and Gerard alone on the ranch. she were kneeling on the ground, her hands on the side Gerard’s knees for balance. His gun—A colt .45–was in Guests mouth. Gerard was making them suck on his gun. He had a small, sly smirk on his face. He was enjoying this, palming at himself visibly as he shoved it a bit deeper. “Don’t worry, sugar.. It ain’t loaded.” Gerard whistled.