She sighed, moved the pot she was working with away and switched off the burner, then wiped her hands with a towel and went over to me. “I guess it�...�s time for your first spanking.” I nodded weakly. “Can you… can you go easy?” She laid her arm around my shoulders and steered me into the living room. “That wouldn’t work, we both know that, Miranda.” She pulled out one of the high-backed chairs from the dinner table and sat down in front of me. “Take off your shorts.” I froze. My heartbeat started. I returned to the old clich? in my head, but it wastrue; the dress looked fit for a princess, and I felt like a princesswearing it. The veil was beautiful too, so light and feminine, the perfectaccompaniment. And the pendant too, it was small and subtle, but it wasperfect. The only thing missing was a pair of dangly earrings. Next time Ithought, smiling to myself.And finally, I allowed myself to inspect the beautiful arrangement of blueflowers I was holding. They completed my look perfectly. I. He placed both hands on my ass and forced my pelvis into his. Within seconds his large, hard and getting harder cock was grinding into my crotch and stomach as one of his hands was under my skirt massaging my bare butt. The song stopped and as we walked back to the table I noticed a crowd had been watching him fondle me. An audience had formed around the table and my sister was flat on the table. One guy was eating her pussy, one was kissing her, two others devouring her breast. Three pairs of. “I’m going to come so hard!” my best friend cried.“That’s my girl,” Anna exclaimed. “Try to hold it back. That’ll make it even more intense.”“I-I don’t think I can ... Oh God! I’m COMING!”My mom broke the rhythm the she had set, and shoved her dildo as deep as it would go.Bianca threw her head back and gave an ear-splitting scream. Her body thrashed around like she was having a seizure. Sweat flew from her body in every direction.When she finally stopped coming, Anna started her slow and steady.