She couldn't call him for an okay. And after all, didn't Mr. Dodge take special care to emphasize that Mrs. Dodge would be at the party too? What coul... be wrong with accepting his kind invitation? Surely, the contacts she could make at a party like this would be a great help in her modeling career, maybe even in Phillip's art practice.Jessica was reluctant for another reason, too... it was only a few short days since that horrible night at Marty Felder's. That nightmare was still indelibly. A loud “Yoweee” or an “Ahhh” promptly answered each punishing blow. When she could blurt out the plaintiff words, Missy begged the dean to stop her spanking. “Please Dean Perkins, my tush stings soooo much. I will be very good, puhleese stop spanking my bottom.” Missy’s tush did more than sting. It felt like she backed into a stove, and the hairbrush part had not even started yet. Would she ever survive this very difficult spanking? After the first dozen, her entire bottom was pink. The second. " Lee said gesturing at the counter we were sitting at. "It was never meant to have so many people in her at a time. What do you think Carlos? Think we could put a tee in the middle long enough for three people per side?"'Se' Senora it would be easy." Carlos answered in a sing song accent.Mary came into the kitchen. It was shocking to see her with everyone else. Mary was dressed in business clothes. She and Carlos were the only ones dressed.I waved at Mary and gestured with my hand up and down. Raman woke up hearing his wife’s groans, looked at her and then looked down between them and saw my big cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. He scooted down the bed until his face was in front of her pussy hole.I saw him struggling to get his face between his wife’s legs and he was able to reach her clitoris with his mouth. Shilpa groaned louder now as Raman’s tongue flicked across her sensitive clitoris. The clitoris almost disappeared when I thrust inside, but on the out-stroke, the clit.