My name is Janet. Our party is made up of Sin Loos, Oaks, and Jacks who we are escorting here. Our leader is Calveen, a Sin Loos." She pointed at Calv...en when she said that."Janet, you and your party are welcome. My name is Kathy." Let's sit down and talk so we may know how best to be good guests and worthy of your hospitality." Janet said.Janet dismounted and motioned to me and Calveen. We dismounted. Linda and Trud brought blankets for us and for Kathy and two others she picked. I noticed. .. It was the basement of an apartment high-rise in a ritzy neighborhood. There were about fifty persons sitting in gray-metal folding chairs, and well-dressed members of the Self-Actualization Seminar greeted every newcomer.Emerson scanned the room for the woman, that woman. There she was! She waved at him and smiled. She smiled."Well, hi. We haven't had a chance to get to know each other. My name is Melina, and yours... ?" Uh... Emerson. Actually, Waldo Emerson, but I usually go by just. Each timeshe felt his hand leave she braced her body for the next inevitable slap, eachtime the pain greater then she could even imagine. "Nineteen," tears from her eyes as he continued to slap her pussy, sometimeshitting her tender inside thighs, but always returning to slap her pussy. Shecould feel her pussy lips swell up, giving him a bigger target, the skin sosensitive that even his hand caressing her pussy between spankings made hertighten her body in pain. "Twenty" she cried out. His hand. But of those who didn’t, if they didn’t jack off soon after that they probably suffered from a severe case of blue balls. I was hornier and hotter than a horned toad in an oven with the heat set on high. As soon as the show was over I went to the main gate where a few local taxi drivers always showed up at night to provide transportation into town for us. I got in a cab driven by a guy named Mahmood and went to a restaurant/bar in town that catered to we Americans and the Brits, hoping to be.