Elizabeth was wriggling her bottom and kicking her legs. I had to stop and renew my grip on her waist to keep her from sliding off my lapHer feet were...flailing and she was whimpering and crying. SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… I increased the strength of the spanks causing her to howl and thrash her legs. I raised my arm over my head and snapped the wooden brush like a whip across both cheeks. The unexpected impact sent her granny glasses sk**ding across the white ceramic floor. Elizabeth turned toward me,. . We checked a couple antique stores but none as interesting. We went to dinner at a small Italian restaurant. At dinner the waiter kept coming back to check our waters and drinks, making sure we were all set. He always got where he could look at Beth's legs. I reached under the table and pulled her skirt up to expose her pussy while I fingered it.When he came back he really got a good look.. A few minutes later the busboy came to pick up dishes being sure to come around by Beth where he could. I don't think waiting is a great idea," Melissa confessed."It's uh... It's sort of. A spell?" Melissa explained, holding out theparchment. "Clatarra - that is, the tailor's daughter? - she told me itwould shield you from a spying spell? Which is apparently on you....She gave it to me, yesterday, actually, but after everything thathappened I kind of forgot about it." A spying spell?" Lonna asked, skeptically. "Give it here."Since Melissa was still holding onto the spell, she simply lifted. Entering the apartment, Rebecca wasnt on the couch. Going to her room to find her badge she heard sounds coming from the bedroom. Walking softly, she leaned against the wall. Peaking in the door way, she was stunned at the sight in front of her. Rebecca now pushing her fingers deep into her wet pussy wildly. The sloshing sounds could be heard as she drove her fingers in. Megan smiled when Rebecca yelled, harder Bob. Fuck me hard. Megan felt her own pussy moistening. God, she thought. Why do I.