She hummed to herself as she placed her things back in the cupboard. Pauline Manson was looking forward to spanking Diane’s eighteen-year-old daught...r that afternoon. It had been far too long since she had smacked the dark-haired girl’s bottom and then pleasured her afterwards. She had smiled as her younger friend had told her about and then had shown her the video on her mobile phone, which showed Zofeya giving a boy oral sex.Pauline had not hesitated when Diane Caldwell had asked if she could. He opened the door for me which led to a staircase. The club was underground, which did nothing good for my anxiety.The first memory that comes to mind about this place was that everything was dark and purple. It was claustrophobic and smelled of red wine, lavender and sweat. The man I had talked to on the phone was behind a desk reading a book and greeted me in Italian. He immediately realised who I was, asked for my payment, explained to me a few rules that boiled down to respect everyone and. It felt so good. My pussy was stretched further than it ever had been before but it felt so very good. My mouth was on fire as I sucked down Jess and I felt as if I had become more responsive to my own body and theirs than I had ever been with anyone before. We were locked into a single unit of carnal lust and ecstasy as my feelings became more aroused and heightened. Never had I felt so filled, every nerve was being stimulated, my whole body was tingling, I raised my legs into the air,. I knew it wouldn't be enough. We didn't get as far as the bedroom. Alan steered me to the drawing room couch, sat on the floor in front of me and said, "Let me see."It was a familiar ritual which I happily indulged, knowing that it always brought Alan to the hardest of erections and the fiercest of needs. I stood, shed my skirt and resumed my place, legs now wide apart. I was wearing black knickers, suspender belt and stockings. Alan already had his penis in his hand when I slid my fingers.