For the first time, Megan did nothing and simply allowed anyone watching to enjoy her display of black stockings, pale blue garters, and sheer bikini ...anties! After coursing about the French Quarter for the afternoon, we grabbed sandwiches and returned to the room to change for the evening. Again, Megan dressed in front of the window, almost disappointed that she drew so little attention from the crowds below.Wearing her low cut maroon dress, we went out dancing. The skirt failed to hide her. I knew my penis was longer than average and I was able to go deeper into her than she ever had.I fucked her like that several more times, pushed deep into her and held my cock in place, slid my hands up her legs, grabbed her ankles, spread her legs further apart, and lifted her legs until her small feet were parallel with her head. Mrs. Jennings made a loud crying sounding whimper.“Grab your ankles and hold your legs up like this,” I told her. “Don’t let go while I fuck. What if I was naughty again in the morning? Like not emptying my pee pot and getting down late for breakfast. Would that earn me a few strokes of the strap as well?" Shelly, am I reading you right? You want us to give you a strapping and then the birch. Talk to me freely. Tell me exactly what you think you want us to do without mincing your words. I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding." Ma’am I want to experience a thrashing like those women did. You to give me a good strapping and then. Drool fell beside her neck his hips hammering at the woman, his back feet barely on the floor, tail waving, attempting to drill himself into her belly. A moment or two past then she began to cry out that the knot was forming. Gasps and grunts told of the pain of the broadening knot, and she gasped that her guts were filling with his boiling seed, then came a short period of immobility, soon followed by Buster turning to the left and stepping over her back, his knot spinning inside her.