I moaned again, and he stopped. "You are enjoying this too much, Anna. You were snooping on my computer, and I happen to know you were masturbat...ng, which is against our religion. You have been a naughty girl," he said to me. "I know. I was just so horny and wanted to masturbate so badly. I understand if you need to punish me," I said. "That's right, I need to punish you. Take off your clothes and lay on my lap, butt up. You are going to get a bad spanking." "Yes,. He didn’t like having too much to drink but liked to have a few.Henry was a nice dresser and wore a nice pair of slacks and a dress shirt. He wore a tie because the ladies liked men who wore ties. No suit jacket because that was a bit formal.He called a car service and waited for them to arrive. Shortly, a car drove up and a female pulled her window down and said, “Henry Garcia?”“That’s me.”Henry knew she was the driver and got into her car. She was pretty and very friendly.“You’re going to. I enjoyed watching her in action, her lovely breasts bouncing in and out of her shift, the little pink nipples so inviting. I had stayed hard, but tried to ignore it.She was a luscious young woman, and I had been eager to bed her and plunder her ripe body before her stupid brother and his crew of redcoated jackals appeared. I shot the boy officer off his horse and then we ran, she in her frilly shift and half-loosened corset and me still booted thank you very much with my shirttail flapping and. Lynette's breasts were in for a long, hard day.At one Olga excused herself to go get things ready. At my suggestion she took Jane to help her. As a matter of fact, Jane's spunky nature, as well as her looks and thoughts of tonight's show were getting me really horny and, had she stayed, I probably would, jump the gun, so to speak. Instead, I joined Brett for brandy and cigars while we waited for the show to start.At two o'clock precisely, a nude Jane returned to call us down. We followed her.