The suspicious, mysterious, page was addressed to us directly. “Amanda and Al, a close friend has invited you to a bacchanalian dance party. This is...an exclusive invitation that you may NOT share with anyone else so we can assure everyone’s safety and privacy. We promise you an arousing good time in a low risk, adventurous, private setting. The dress code is INFORMAL. Ladies tend to dress classily yet a bit ‘slutty, ‘ with liberal interpretation. There is a $100 per couple fee to cover. I inch my way to the front and he shakes my hand. I expect a firmer grasp and on accident I shake it a lot harder, but he smiles acknowledging my mistake. I take the shirt along with the booklet and as I walk away I see many of the girls watch me with a strange sense of curiosity and interest. I stare at the ground as I walk around to the back of the cluster. My sister is waiting for me. "I don't like the way those girls stared at you," she says. I guess I wasn't the only one to notice. "It was. So she has to be 16. What else would you like to know, Madame?” “Not bad,” Kimberly admits. “Do you think she would let you fuck her?” Laughing, I ask, “How am I supposed to know? She looks pretty innocent.” “Well, darling, here is a way to find out. My bet is she wants it because I have seen the way she has been looking at you since we got here. Drop your fork and your will find out.” “Drop my fork? What? Okay.” I dropped my fork. Nothing happened. Kimberly says, “Pick it up.” I. I inched up the bed licking her belly moving up taking her vest with me until her wonderful rounded perky 36c’s were both on display and seeing how stiff her nipples were I just had to give them both a little suck which was forcing my throbbing cock to push against her wet and willing lips, I wasn’t going to wait for an invitation as my swollen head pushed inside her which did force a muffled gasp from my sleeping guest as I continued sucking on her little bullets.I was in total control now and.