You grab my hips flip me over and press my face back into the hard wood of the door. You lift my skirt. Your hand starts at my waist and lightly follo...s my curves down. You spank me hard. One time. The sting is intense and fills me. You bring your mouth to the base of my spine. You kiss every vertebrae, moving up my back, pausing only to unfasten and remove my bra. One hand grips my hip while the other gently rubs and caresses the shape of my plump ass. When your lips reach my neck you whisper. Aching now with a gnawing need, Erik’s appreciative moans carried his frustration of being unable to harden. “Take off your clothes, both of you.” Tamara stood, hands on hips and watched. Their young bodies stretched and flexed as they cast off their clothes a garment at a time. “Not a word from you Erik unless you are spoken to.” Elise was down to her underwear, her taut waist and hips were captured in a snug fitting satin waspie. Lace fronted, its long black straps fastened to sheer black. Sharon grinned face to face to her friend: only hers was upside down and she could see straight into Tracey’s nostrils. The men pushed and thrust and pummelled at the girls’ cunts and then their arses, and the girls could only grin (and occasionally grimace). This was sex! This was what sex was all about! ‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’ shouted Tracey as her lover continued fucking, not lessening the power of his thrusts. She let forth a more inarticulate yell, sure that the entire night club could hear. Even Ann Coulter had nothing to say, for a moment. When the moment passed, chaos broke loose. For what had been a quiet waiting room, there were an astonishing number of people present. Everyone wanted to know exactly what I meant, but the most obvious meaning was true. Elspeth had had sex with a national heart throb. Whatever her other virtues and vices, Ann Coulter is decisive when she wishes to be. In short order the three of us were in a private room. I apologized to Elspeth for the.