Now New Orleans has a seedy underside with some of this sort of thing, but our former LSU coed had undoubtedly never seen this sort of uninhibited wil...ness before.The highlight was a little club off on a side street called 'Toots', which featured an astonishingly talented (and flexible) gal called Toots in her early forties and who was the co-owner of the joint. She was an exhibitionist extraordinaire who used and abused an extraordinary collection of sex toys, some of which were of gargantuan. Shut the fuck up you little tease. How would your husband like it if he knew you flashed these tits at me? My face felt hot with anger. Youve got some fucking nerve Jeremy! I yelled. You better fucking stop this right now! He sat up on his knees and slammed his open palm across my left cheek and started undoing his pants. Fire flew across my face from the sharp sting of his slap, and tears started flowing. Keep your goddamn mouth closed bitch. I held my face where the presence of the slap was. She paused for a second when she saw the piercing there. But then she started kissing and then licking my pussy. As long as she stayed away from my clit it felt very, very good.As she was eating me Kevin got closer to her face and asked, "Have you ever eaten a pussy before cunt?"She lifted her head and said, "Oh god no, never!"As soon as she spoke Kevin drew his arm back and smacked her ass again.She screamed into my pussy and Kevin said, "Master! You address me and my father as Master at all. The looks that they gave Kevin when these things happened told him they were not accidental. He enjoyed listening to their thoughts in regard to what they planned to do next.When Kevin was exiting his flight attendant Terri handed Kevin a card which along with listing her full name, address and cellphone number was a little note that simply said, “Call me.”Where to stay in Washington was a short lived problem. The taxi cab driver recommended the St Clair Hotel which he said was close to.