The bench at the dressing table was backless, so Tracey's stunning back and ass would be on display to all.As might mine...Could I go through with thi...s? There was still time. No audience had arrived as yet.Between the bed and the dressing table was a low dais which, it was explained to us, would revolve if we mounted it. As the manager put it, in coarsest Yorkshire: "If you want to have a nude stand-up snog, stand on 't turntable...so we can all see everythin', like."We were given our costumes. Debbie laughed and we proceeded down the hall to what we now called our “den of pleasure”. I laid Debbie back on the bed and decided a little foreplay was in order. I kissed her passionately concentrating on her lips, neck and tiny breasts, I blew softly in her ear and asked her again if I could have her ass. Soon, my hand wandered down to her ass crack where lube had dripped into her ass giving me a convenient excuse to begin fingering her rosebud. Debbie moaned in pleasure as my finger. That got us into demonstrating as we stripped each other’s clothes off and made our way to the bedroom. I had my doubts, but the suggestion that I’d be dipping into new territory was getting me hard and once that started, my thinking started to slow down dramatically.It started with two hours of awkward silence. That’s what it seemed like. Allison, Whitney, and Bree loved the idea of getting naked with us. When Bree walked in the door, she made a straight line to Wendy and just wrapped her in. She bent down and unzipped my pants. Although she was normally very aggressive in our “club meetings,” she was usually shy otherwise. Something had gotten into her.I could see where she was going with this, and I pushed her hands away and instead of trying to weave my cock through the front opening of my jockeys, I pulled them and my pants to my ankles. Happily free from its bondage, my cock wobbled in the soft light. Elizabeth dropped to her knees and looked up at me.“A friend of mine told me.