Right into my outstretched leg, I reached to catch her as she fell to have her roll onto me. Suddenly I found her fallen across my chest as I twisted...under her, everyone rolling with laughter as she tried to right herself so we could get up. I reached up to try to help push her up and accidentally landed half on her bra covered breast, feeling the squish as I pushed, I knew I had wronged but didn't care, it was such a delicious recalling of the night prior, I quickly moved but the look on. They were grabbing both Bronwyn and Ruth and fondling and groping them. The women, in turn, were groping them. Soon we were all back in the lounge in a scene that looked like a roman orgy. Alf spoke up “ok guys you can fuck the hostesses but don’t unload inside them. Keep it safe”. Everyone saw this as a declaration to fuck and so it started. I zeroed in on Bronwyn but I had to wait my turn as another guy beat me. She was also sucking one another guy. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long as. We sip our drinks and talk this way for a bit. But your hand starts to slide up my thigh, revealing that I am wearing a garter belt and stockings. As you go further north, you stop just short of my pussy. I spread my legs as far as my skirt will permit, not caring who is watching. Your hand brushes across my pussy, confirming your thought, that I wasn’t wearing underwear. Your hand retreats to my thigh again and stays there. We finish our drinks and you kiss me again and take me hand and. She gasped at the dab of His finger tip. “Punished Sir? Oh Sir, I do not wish to be punished. I feel so sluttish today is all. I have the need to please You. I want to be Your slut today. Can I? Please Sir? Allow me this one thing?” She begged Him as her hips rocked against His palm. His fingers were teasing her entrance. They were pulling twisting and pinching her folds. He watched as her eyes closed to the deliciousness of His dancing fingers. “No pet. You are going to be punished..