Dinner. Posh restaurant, dark, lots of heavy drapes, black and red, velvet tablecloths and seat covers. Large black candles on floor mounted candelab...a provide the seductive illumination. A 20’s theme night.A pleasant murmur of conversation pervades the room, the actual voices and content muffled by the heavy furnishing. The clientele are very obviously affluent; there is an undercurrent of decadence often brought about by gatherings such as this. All of the ladies are wearing 20’s style. “Very nice. You are the archetypal naughty librarian, aren't you?” This time, she nodded quickly. “Good, good. But not good enough to get you out of a spanking.” And with that, he brought his palm down hard on her left buttock, making her clench and moan. “Ah, ah... don't do that again.” Again, his hand came down. And again and again, each time in a slightly different place, until her ass was bright red and hot to the touch. After a dozen hard smacks he smoothed his hand over her cheeks before. Katrina stood to greet me at the side of the bed and started kissing me. I pulled my phone, opened the text with my friend and took a quick picture, from behind Katrina. My friend immediately responded that she could tell we were in my bedroom. I simply responded, “yes.”Katrina and I undressed each other. We laid on the bed, touching each other and kissed, I managed to type “touching” and “kissing” to my friend without getting caught. Katrina rolled onto her hands and .knees and I moved right. "I was no social butterfly and contented myself staying by Eddie's side. People came up and talked to him and greeted me. I sipped my rum and smiled back. Watching the people get drunker and more wild. One woman was picked up and tossed into the pool. A huge belly of a man followed her, leaping in and splashing anyone who was near the edge of the pool. When they surfaced they were kissing. Others who didn't jump in behind them were laughing. More people were up and dancing. If you'd call it.