“Do you and your friend dance?”I had no idea if John was a dancer. He wasn’t back in California but that had been some 20 years ago, but I figur...d I better say yes. “Sure, we aren’t any good but we do our best.”Yamileth took my hand in her tiny hand and lead me to where John was sitting.“Dude, they want to dance, so get up.”John grabbed Isabel’s little hand and it disappear completely. We danced to the tipico and it was fun trying to follow Yamileth’s steps. She was so small that I was afraid I. Without saying another word, Kate took a hold of my hands to pull me up from the chair to tower above Anna. Once I was standing Anna slid her hands up my thighs, careful not to touch the bulge in the front of my pants, up to my belt. With my belt undone, she started working on the button and zipper of my jeans, while Kate grabbed a hold of the bottom of my t-shirt and started slowly pulling it up and over my head. Before I knew it I was standing there in my boxer briefs with my jeans around. I followed, Heart Hammering in my chest, keeping myself fully aware of my Fight or Flight responses just in case.We got to the back of the building where it was really dark, we stopped at a sort of doorway (couldn't really see......dark) David turned to me and said "How do you want to do this"? Clearly as nervous as I wasI took a deep breath, walked towards him, got on my knees and undid his trousers and pulled out his hard cock, an impressive 7 Inch, Nice for a first go. I looked up at him. “I want you to try and control yourself,” he said simply. “I know that his hurts, but I want you to try and not cry out.” With that he released his grip and moved once again to the end of the table. Susan was taken aback with this request, or was it a command. Her backside already stung terribly and this had been only the first of fifteen lashes she would have to endure.By the time Peter had again taken his place, she made up her mind that she would not cry out again. Peter had lined up his.