My Cowboy. He walked in like he owned the place, a smirk on his face and a swing in his step that just was aching to be taken down a notch. Boots he hadn’t worn for more than a week, barely any dirt on em. He was new to town and he needed to be broken in. I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my lips, because this happened to be my specialty. All 5 foot of me was bred to be a man eater, my hips a trap and my tits the...