.. , oh, the list goes on, so I won't bore you with a detailed inventory.I was ushered in, and I was seated at a small table where there was a wine se...vice. One of her beautiful female slaves was standing at the table waiting to serve the wine, and I gratefully accepted a small glass. To my untrained palate, the wine was excellent, but that was a given, considering that Mistress was also drinking some of it. There was some small talk which I was unable to add much to, since I had not been in. Her eyes were big – as always – and there was fear and uncertainty in them.“Now, count as I spank you. If you don’t count it, it doesn’t count, right?”I pulled the paddle back, then swung it forward and hit her on her left, near-side cheek with moderate impact, not soft, nor especially hard. The paddle landed with a meaty SMACK! and Sara flinched.“One,” she said in a quavering voice.I pulled back and hit her right cheek in the same manner.“Two,” she said, then swallowed.Next, I pulled back and. Although a little shorter, around six feet. He was solidly built and judging by what the girls were looking at in his surfer shorts he was well hung too! Damn, four hot men Diana thought. Could a birthday weekend get much better? The guys cast off and everyone found a seat while Peter motored out of the bay. Once out of the bay the guys raised the sails and girls removed their clothes. Since they had a good wind, they set sail for a small cove not far away that they knew they could anchor. Back inside, the sea of people became an ocean. I was okay with that because that meant we were forced to be closer. The more she drank the more handsie she was getting. I lend in to tell she something. The bass would drown me out so, I put my hand on her hip to pull her closer so she could hear me. She was so intoxicating, I forgot what I was going to say. I was drunk. Like a high proof whiskey, one shot of her you were drunk. A warmth flooded my cheeks and my once flaccid cock began to.