I was truly fucked ... fucked out ... I hope I wasn't fucked over.Just about the time I didn't think I could raise another cum, one of the other "J's"... slid a well lubed dildo up my ass ... I don't mind telling you ... THAT was an experience I didn't need ... but I liked it. I was going like a stallion after a mare when she turned it on ... not a dildo ... a vibrator! I don't know who was the recipient of that dose but if she was in her cycle she was going to have triplets! Holy Shit! The saying. Please stop” I told her: “This is just the beginning.” Every man at the bar was staring at her. I waved the nearest man over to the table as I put a finger partially in her pussy; it was wet. Even as she resisted showing herself to the strange men, she was becoming aroused, as I had planned. When he arrived, I asked the man his name. “John,” he replied. I said: “John, sit down on he other side of my wife.” (We were not married, of course.) Moni tried to edge toward me. I took John’s nearest. Setting the controls to slide show the TV burst into life, showing the outside of Madges House and the Barn in the grounds. The barn where the main party was held was done out like a snow scene and Santa’s grotto. Elves and Santa helpers were serving drinks and food, in total about 100 people in the barn. The stalls were like function rooms, with names depicting what was expected. Various equipment in each including a number of them with seats and mattresses; a number of the stalls were. Resisting the temptation to rub the lovely nates she gently pulled the side of the panties, which had ridden up into the crack and flattened them. Sophie and Pippa were no longer friends but fearsome headmistress and disgraced schoolgirl. This punishment was going to be real. Sophie sliced the cane across the centre of Pippa’s bottom; there was no reaction apart from the tightening of the grip on the table. The second was slightly higher and Pippa responded by lifting her heals off the.