”Panting, she nodded, “Okay.”I spread my arms, “Where do you want to do me?”That startled her. I guess she thought I’d take charge.“I gu...ss we could start off with you on your back.”I nodded. The good old missionary position was a start.I got on my back, spreading my legs. With some trepidation the blonde crawled on top of me.I reached down and lifted my balls, giving her easier access to my vagina.With more skill than I expected, she slid her cock into me. Her body pressed against my. But then my hands were pulled up over my head and pinned and my feet were pinned too so I couldn't moved, I could just feel. It was was just tongues and hands rubbing all over my body. Then my legs were spread wide and I felt tongue and fingers all over my pussy. Again, not sure whose it was , because I was in total ecstacy...out of my mind with pleasure. oh my fucking god....I've never felt pleasure like that. It would get really intense and then just as I felt like I was going to explode,. You can not dance like that in front of men and expect them to not doanything.” he said as he shook me. “Please daddy. I’m not lying.” I cried. “We’ll see about that.” he said and picked up the paddle. “I’ll beat the truth out of you.” “No daddy please, please don’t beat me! I am telling the truth.” I said and he grabbed myarm and threw me over the back of the sofa. Holding me in place with his arm, he swung thepaddle against my cheeks and I cried out in surprise and pain. Brutally. Tasha is European, and used to social nudity (we had on many occasions seen her completely nude, either in the sauna or the hot tub) but had yet to display her sexual side in our presence. Keri was usually game for anything after a few drinks, and we were counting on her to get Tasha “in the mood”. The dinner was amazing, despite the horror of watching the lobsters being grilled alive. Tasha and Keri were chatting merrily while drinking Dave’s specially formulated fruity drinks. Dave bartended.