He had looked at her cunt only the day before and she whilst her cunt gaped quiet openly rumour had it that Meg didn’t “put out”.Meg had forgot...ten her homework and had to be caned but according to her Mother she had forgotten it again!“What was the c***d thinking of” he thought.Now he had to give Meg twelve strokes of the cane and ass fuck her.That didn’t bother Mr Spencer one bit , in fact her relished the idea but he was curious as to Megs change of her usual perfect conduct.Meg was in. She slid her underwear off and stepped into the shower. She was rinsing the shampoo out of her hair when she was surprised by the sight of him climbing in next to her. He ran his hands through her hair and applied the conditioner, massaging it into her scalp. She felt tingles running up and down her spine at the amazing massage that he was giving her. He took the hand held faucet and rinsed the conditioner out her hair while keeping a solid, continuous eye on her. She took the sponge and. She is hyperaware of the camera crew’s nonexistent breath, the immersed gaze of Scott The Director, high on knowing their heads are filled with her. She loves that they’re forced to watch and barred to join, seeing her come apart at the hands of the unsuspecting alpha in the room.When Noah pulls her off, she gasps aloud.“Fuck," he rasps, “that throat is perfect, baby.”Then he thrusts back in.Allison’s flawless white teeth refuse to bite down on him, though every time the tips graze his. He just prescribed all of the laudanum the man wanted and to let him die in peace.The marshal helped me to haul the man to jail. There, he gave me a receipt that I could take to the clerk the next morning to get my money.It seemed to me that it was time to move on from Las Cruces. I had decided to take that bartender's advice and to head north to Las Vegas. Las Vegas was practically due north across the territory in the midst of the currently most productive New Mexico Territory gold fields. I.