” I sat on the edge of the bed and reclined back as I brought my knees up. “You know this is a little embarra…Oh my fucking fuck fucking fucker,...�� I blurted out suddenly. Mark had grabbed a hold of the clit piercing stud and tweaked it. He lightly tugged on it again and my back arched and mouth opened. I was mouthing words but nothing was coming out. “What the... oh!” As I tried to speak Mark tweaked the stud again. “Oh this is fun,” Mark said. “Not so hard,” I didn’t say stop. I said ‘not so. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of our animal noises, grunting, moaning and even what seemed to be growling. I wanted to say more, he loved it when I talked dirty, but I couldn’t form the words. I wanted to tell him how good his cock felt inside me, I wanted to tell him how much I wished I could taste it right that moment, I wanted to try and tell him how completely I felt him inside me, how totally he was fucking me. His pounding never faltered, and when he buried his hand in my hair. Most of the girls were between 20 and 25, usually friendly and seemed to be eager to try western culture, especially sex, as they live in a closed and restricted society at home. Here nobody knows them and its easy for them to have sex without too much inhibitions. Also it was very easy for me as I had a nice car, plenty of money and could really treat them in ways they could only dream about in their own poor country.So what was originally a chore and a favour for my steady girl friend became. She knew it as soon as she tossed in the left bauer and lost it. “I ought to have my ass smacked,” said Lorene. “Yes you should,” said her partner, Janet Mason. “Maybe we should add an incentive to the game,” said Jackie Webster. “If some one makes a dumb assed play, everybody smacks her ass.” “Right,” said Janet Mason. “Spank her naked ass.” “Only if that dumb assed play causes her side to lose the game,” said Lorene. “What would you say to a night where the evening’s winners warm the bottoms.