We took a cab from the airport and Megan continued flashing her stockings for the cab driver, the bell hop and even the desk clerk as she bent over to..."straighten her seams"!I had champagne waiting in the room. We dropped our bags and settled by the window overlooking Bourbon Street. I popped the cork and we sipped champagne, talking about plans for the weekend. Megan casually asked me what I’d like for a present. I had answered the question each year, but always held back from telling her his. The pain of his cock pounding my mouth, the stinging blows to my cheeks as he slapped me, the abuse to my tits; all seemed lost to me as I was in another world of sheer delight as this black man used me for his own pleasure. It wasn't long after that that I felt Jerry tense up and, "FUCK" he cried out loud and into my mouth he sent another load of cum. What I couldn't swallow I let run down my chin and onto my tits. Jerry pulled his cock out of my mouth, slapped my face several times more as. I stayed because my mom didn't drive. Seriously, she NEVER had a license. So I was going to take her home which was only maybe like 10 miles to our house. Well I kind of kept her supplied with drinks during the night with the intention of just seeing her totally shit faced and not such a prude. So when we leave, I have to basically hold her up to get to my truck. A Ford F-100 with just a bench seat. Well when I go to help her down these couple steps in the front of their place, as I reach. "Now lay down across it and put your hands on the floor on the other side of the stool." The footstool was just wide enough that her entire mid-section to just below her breasts rested comfortably on the leather cushion.Reaching into the gym bag of goodies, I pulled out two leather wrist cuffs and, walking over to stand beside the kneeling Lisa, fastened them about her wrists. She had a real worried expression on her face as she realized what they were. From the bag I also produced several.