I hesitated to call him a bouncer since he was pretty slender, but I assumed he most likely had a gun under his coat. Apparently, I fit the profile so...he let me come in.I was feeling very out of my depth, for it felt I wasn't old enough for this place, but didn't want to turn and leave and look like a dork. So I pressed on to the bar and ordered a beer. Looking over I could see all beer was on tap; a sign of a high-class establishment.I wandered over to one of the stand-up tables and started. Dad said, “You can touch them to if you like and as often as you want too. I don’t mind. I’ve been doing it for years.”Mom said, “Sometimes he refers to them as fun bags.” Then Mom lifted my hands up to her large breasts and held them there until I came out of my trance.Dad got behind Mom and lowered her skimpy panties to her ankles, telling her that she didn’t need them either in front of me anymore. Then Dad kissed Mom on the cheek and went to work.Mom asked, “Do you want breakfast or should. Now, each time you feel the stroke, I want you to say “Thank you Sir”, do I make myself clear?’ She could barely stand, she was trembling so much but she managed to answer. ‘Yes Sir.’ Whack – the sting on her flesh awoke every nerve, blood pounded through her exposed pussy and she bit her lip, ‘Thank you Sir,’ she said. Whack – one leg buckled but she stayed upright. He rubbed his hand across the burning skin, so red against the smooth white, soothing her and making her long to be touched. Lynette continued "No need to be embarrassed, Hut, everybody does it. Even us girls do." She said, "Let's all go out in the family room where there's more room." She seemed so in control that I just meekly followed her, Nancy, and Kathy out into the family room. She said "Here Hut, you sit here" as she motioned toward the middle of the couch. Nancy sat down at one end of the couch while Kathy and Lynette each took one of the chairs sitting opposite the couch facing it. Lynette said "There Hut,.