We will host."Attached were pictures of the bottom's legs in stockings, and two really thick-looking cock pics.I was sold. "Hey there, I'm game and lo...e older guys. Also open to dressing. I've attached a pic; let me know if you're interested."A few hours later, a response. "Awesome, we all think you're hot and look forward to having you join us! Meet us tonight at [a bar by their condo] for drinks and we'll go from there."I walked in to the bar and zeroed in on the only table with three guys. "Would you fill the pitcher about three quarters full with the ice?" I did, using a plastic measuring cup I found in the cupboard to scoop the ice from the bowl to the pitcher.She followed this with cans of club soda, pouring them into the pitcher until it was full, stirring everything gently as she did."There we go," she said, wiping her hands on a dish cloth. "A pitcher of virgin Mojitos We should save that to have with dinner I guess," she said as I put it in the fridge. "What else do you. Maybe my opinion was wrong, it probably was wrong, and bearing in mind the very experienced Mrs Fellows was the one holding the tawse and resting it on my bare bottom as I lay naked on raised pillows on the bed I supposed her opinion meant more than mine. That was emphasised a few moments later when I felt the tawse lifted up, I closed my eyes as I heard the whoosh of air, my bottom stung, I threw my head back gasped whilst I arched my back pressing my tummy in to the pillows. My head dropped. .. not in the conventional sense. Nor do I intend to d**g you. This test of character is actually going to cover more deep cover techniques, as we intend to put you on a long term covert mission."Maria's words had the intended effect on Natasha. The young agent was now nervous and her body language, however subtle, reflected this. She rolled backwards slightly on the balls of her feet as Maria moved nearer still. The older agent smirked; this redhead's emotions were far too obvious. They would.