We met through a swinger magazine ad, (Yea, gay, straight, bi and whatever men used them to meet other men for sex). After a number of letters (1990s)...and phone calls, we got together. He had a lot of experience at his “specialty” which was “belting enemas.” He’d strip a sub naked, have him lie on his rubber-sheeted bed, give a full, 2-quart enema, and then take a heavy belt to the sub’s bare ass while requiring him to hold the it. Not one drop could come out or the belting afterward would be. He told ” owwww your is so perfect pink and wet and so much inviting me to suck it “. But unfortunately a bunch of people were coming towards the car. He told me to dress up. I did the same and went to the front seat.We left the place and he dropped me to my home. The next day morning I checked my phone. Arsh had messaged. “Hi my sexy angel.. I have a surprise for u. Come half an hour early to the coaching class”. I was super excited after reading this. And did as he had me to. I met him at the. I noticed that as they traded places with each other, the guy who was just finishing the dance with Trish had a very noticeable bulge in his pants when he moved away from Trish. It occurred to me that Trish must be able to feel those bulges against her. There was no way that she couldn’t because it would have been impossible to slide a feather between their bodies as they dance. It was Mike’s turn. I thought I saw him lightly kissing Trish’s neck as she laid her head against him. It was so. Joy pressed her body against his back. She had stripped naked. Her wet pussy and hard nipples caressed him as she kissed at his shoulders. Her hips undulated, smearing her hot flesh across his ass. A low moan escaped her lips and sent a shiver straight down the priest's body to the tip of his cock buried in Donna's mouth."Mmm, let us satiate your body," purred Joy. "That wicked Lynette flaunted herself. She dressed like a sinful hussy." Such a hussy," agreed Samantha as her fingers typed away.