I couldn’t move…. The room became dark and I could only focus on the guy and Donna…. Her voice was heavy, she was breathing heavy, and only soun...ds of being fucked came from her “uh” “uh” “uh” at every thrust of his cock into her. Then I heard her say “big cock”… “uh” “so good”. And that’s what broke me from my spell…. “what the fuck” is all I could manage. Veronica jumped up and ran into the restroom, and the guy looked at me and panicked “who are you”? Donna who came out of her spell said. ”He finished off reassuring them that all his clients were fully checked including police /criminal and sex offenders lists, plus they would get a head and shoulders picture before meetings.Also it was a strict policy that first meetings must always be in public space, and they will always have the final decision if they want to take things further.“I found that women are always a better judge of people – they have always had to be. And so far after two years, none of my ladies has had any. Don't ask me where the game's name came from, but I knew how these paddles were going to be used.All 10 girls took turns smacking the ass cheeks of their choice. I couldn't tell if Annie or Becky got the worst of it, with their little rumps making good targets, or if Sally and I, with our mature womanly asses took more of a beating. The Pickle Ball paddles continued to reign their pain on our ass cheeks. The first 10-15 blows really stung and I bellowed and screamed my protests to stop, just as. I thought that set the tone perfectly. I remember this feeling of intense eagerness in my stomach. It was relatively the same feeling as when you start to descend from the top of a rollercoaster. It wasn’t a feeling of nervousness, it was a feeling a anticipation. I was really here and really going to fulfill my fantasy of getting fucked by a man. Steve moved closer to me and kissed me. He sensed that I, being new to this, was not going to initiate anything. Thank god he did. After a moment or.