So, how do your legs feel? Did we prove our point," Beth asked me?"My legs are fine." there was no way I was going to give ground on that, "butthe str...p hurt the hell out of my ankles and walking up stairs was a littledifficult," I conceded."Did you bring them back," Lila wanted to know?Shit! I was so distracted by my wet dream that I had forgotten them. "Oops,"I told them, "I forgot them at home. I'll bring them in tomorrow." Don't worry about it," Beth said. I completely forgot to ask what. Our sex was watched amid catcalls and shouted advice given by our audience. I could hear similiar shouts from the nearby bedrooms where the other two ladies had been led. The groom started by moving slowly inside me as we kissed but it wasn't long before he raised up on locked arms to pound his cock into my pussy. I couldn't resist touching myself while I was fucked. Again, cheers and jeers and shouted advice came from the men watching. From time to time hands would grab my ankles to spread. Rosie.I still liked to sit there in the dark, sipping, looking out on Market Street. The merchants turn off their outdoor lanterns when they close for the night. There’d been some talk about putting up gaslights, but no one was sure what all was involved, or how much it might cost.But there’s usually light spilling out from the saloons and you could often hear Domino pounding away at the Bighorn or Buffalo piano across the street. After the No-Name incident, Mrs. Chambers cancelled Domino’s. The blankets fell around her, their prison warped.Cynthia grumbled. Her steps were angry marching through the door. The shadows hid in fear as the hanging chandelier roared to life in a blinding haze. The lace of her conservative black dress swept toward Marcella menacingly. It saddled her neck with a folded white collar and pinned auburn buttons down the sable column guarding her body. Given a headdress, one might have mistaken her for a nun.“It’s late Marcy” She said. The stack of letters in.