Higher up the street, past the lumbering wagon, there was some stonework that might be one of the tavern keeper’s twisty columns. Beside it stood a ...oman in a yellow gown, staring at him. The sight turned his tongue dust-dry. It was the woman from the Last Wall. Despite her stern visage, she was as beautiful as he had imagined. But how could she be here? There was a faint snap, like a father’s switch across the bottom of a wayward child. A barrel broke loose from the wagon, followed by the rest. “I knew it. You cry out like a baby, but your pussy is soaking wet. I think you love being abused.” The riding crop hissed down on May's tender bottom once again, causing her to squeal as she writhed on the bed. The muscles in May's arms flexed deliciously under her skin as she pulled in vain against her restraints. Kelly watched her struggle for a moment and then chuckled at the girl’s plight. When Kelly drew the leather tip over May's back, the bound girl trembled as she waited for another. That changed her perspective immensely!As he dropped his pants, Christy could see a very prominent bulge in his boxers and she bit her bottom lip in response. Bill saw her reaction and smiled inwardly then began to slowly lower his boxers, teasing her a little and building her suspense."Oh my God!" she gasped when he finally revealed the cause of the swelling. "Uncle Bill your cock is huge!" She crawled closer to the edge of the bed to take a better look. She reached out her hand to investigate. Five, four… and the soaked hand disappeared. Cindy had been so close. Her legs shook and her pussy moved to any sense of sensation that might be there. Cindy slowly came off her edge of bliss as she continued to soak her stomach. A hand curled around the top of her panties at the small of her back and yanked roughly down. Cindy yelped as it was pulled down to her knees. Faintly Cindy wondered of her pair of panties would be ruined but the thought was rudely interrupted as a huge.