His response was not verbal; he stared at me with his eyebrow angled upward. He simply took his tray to wear she sat. I hesitated, but followed him an...rily. “May we sit, Natalie?” Her smile was brilliant, her voice steady, and oddly melodic to my ears. “Absolutely, I’ve waited days for this…uhh this introduction.” I stared at her; it was my way of begging her to choose her words cautiously. “Natalie, this is my husband, John,” I said dryly. There was nothing about that introduction that pleased. The rod whistled through the air and fell with a cruel cut on poor Mary’s plump little bottom. The flesh quivered again, and Mary, who had resolved not to cry, flushed in her face, and bit the damask with which the horse was covered. Again the arm was raised, and again, with a sharp whistle, it fell on the palpating buttocks below it. Still her stubborn temper bore her up, and although we saw how she winced, not a sound escaped her lips.Drawing back a step, Miss Evelyn again raised her hand and. This night it was pretty quiet, so my husband and I wandered around and had a few drinks at the bar flirting with a couple of single guys. Eventually we decided to go down to one of the upper levels that has a range of nooks and crannies fitted out with mattresses and drapes (if you want some privacy). My husband is always in a naughty mood when we go to this club so as soon as we found a vacant booth he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his fully erect penis. He sat on the edge of the. I sniffed it. Sniffed my mate’s sweaty jock. Then I pulled my cock out of my trackies and I wrapped my mate’s sticky jock round my hard cock, squeezed it. I had a wank with my mate’s jock round my big fucking dick. My mate, he turned over. He was lying on his back and I was straddling his thighs, wanking my dick with his sweaty jock. He took hold of his massive hard-on and started wanking, me and my mate wanking off together, me and my straight mate wanking our dicks, two horny lads having a.