As they squirmed in their bindings they were frequently visited by masked women in long black capes, who thrashed them as they viewed their nooses; no... relenting until they spent their balls in submission as they writhed in pain, their cocks massaged beneath their bellies as they were chastised and made to know their departure was imminent. They had been held there less than twenty-four hours when a trio of matronly women in squeaky white latex tops and skirts, studied them with dismissive. Lydia rocked forward, then back, then forward again, bucking her hips so he would rub against her clitty shaft.Oh God, that pulsing itch was growing into a throbbing ache. She felt every nerve-ending in her body stand on end and sing with excitement as Tom grew hotter and bolder in his caresses."Unnnngh!" she gasped. He pushed her backward in the darkened bedroom until she fell against the edge of the bed. Lydia sat down slowly watching Tom like a hawk as he squatted down and removed her slacks. She'd forgotten completely that it was Wednesday.He smiled at her and her heart melted. She was blinded by tears of mixed happiness and disgust with herself for feeling so alone."Ohhh Bobby" she moaned, and she ran to the bed, flinging herself on top of him and kissing him urgently. They fumbled with her clothing, and she was almost mad with desire by the time he got her dress off of her. She let him remove her panties and threw her legs wide in welcome. Her groan of satisfaction was loud as. Seeing as there was no one about, I sneaked up and looked in one of thewindows. There were several people in there and through the pipe smoke,I could see the man who owned the wagon talking and laughing with theinnkeeper.I went around the back of the inn, staying where I could in the shadowand away from windows and I found myself at the rear of the building.There was a well there and I quickly went over to it and turned thehandle, wincing somewhat as it was a bit squeaky. The water filledbucket.