The music began and six waiters arrived on the dance floor. They formed a circle ,then putting their arms around each other’s shoulders, slowly be...an to dance to the music. Round and round they went bobbing up and down and getting faster and faster as the music increased in tempo. Everyone started clapping to the beat of the music and cheering the waiters as they performed this Turkish dance. The music slowed, almost to a standstill, and that was the cue for the waiters to get a partner. ”I wasn’t looking forward to this next spanking. After I finished the dishes, I went into my room and changed into a nice summer dress and a pair of clean panties. I also put on some perfume, so I would smell nice for him. Then I slowly walked over to the barn and walked over to where Mr. Green was sitting, which was on a somewhat low and narrow bench.“You agreed to this spanking so lets get it over with.” He told me. “Stand in front of me and raise your dress so that I may prepare you for. I said, well "if you wanna marry a Bangladeshi girl, you have to see which girl is willing to take it in the ass". He said he will surely find someone from Bangladesh who would love it in the ass. Minutes later, Saima walks in towards us with a notebook in her hand and she walks towards Mark and then stands right in front of him with her back towards him and then asks me that she has some errands to write for me and she bends over the coffee table and puts aside the tray and places the notebook. The nipples hardening as they brush against the fabric and in the warm evening air. Aching slightly, with longing. My skin is smooth and soft and your hands roughly explore me, your lips finding mine. We spend what seems like an eternity, touching and kissing, stroking each others body. My naked breasts rubbing against your tee shirt. You begin to undress and push me back on the rug, kissing and nibbling my throat and neck. I can feel how hard you are, and you push your legs between mine,.