It looked like a teenager’s interpretation of a cheesy strip club: the lights were dimmed and covered with red Saran wrap, so a red glow covered the... room. We took our prerequisite shots at the door and then entered. The walls were covered with printed-out tips on how to perform the most outrageous sex positions, probably only realistic for yoga teachers or Olympic gymnasts.Also taped to the walls were female condoms and packets of lube, while wrapped male condoms hung from the ceiling on pieces. I couldn't get enough of these drunken teasing sessions, and I wanted to take it to the next step. We would always let it culminate right to the edge of actual sex, and then stop short.I began to get frustrated. "Why can't I start? I'm so ready to suck a dick, I just can't wait any longer! Please, mistress. The next time we have a party please, at least let me suckle on the tip of one of their cocks until he comes in my mouth. I need it. I dream about it!" I jumped up and down like a frustrated. She was almost a foot shorter than me and 30 kgs lighter.She led me by hand to her room and once inside shut the door. The lights were on and I could see that she was turned on. Her nipples poked through her pyjama top. The earlier foreplay has resulted in the pyjamas being wedged in her ass and I could clearly see the panty lines. Riya saw me gazing at her cute ass and walked around in a sultry manner pretending she didn’t know I was watching. She switched off the tube leaving the table lamp. Patrick's cock was amazing, and I enjoyed watching the water trickle down the bend and off his sheathed foreskin. His body was nubile but defined and very strong. I was getting a little wet and anxious for him to go up and jump again. After an hour or so of swimming, we all climbed up on the shore for a picnic and a couple bottles of wine. After lunch, we sunned ourselves on the big flat rock we had been jumping from. Tummies full and minds dizzy from the wine, the two young lovers had no.