Nowadays a lad would jump at the chance, but this was the 1960s and the proprieties were always strictly observed in every respect. Sheer terror gri...ped me, her dad was the instructor and he was watching, so I chickened out by sparing her blushes and mine by placing my hands either side of her upper body and below the offending parts. At that Avril`s Dad, who happened to be the course leader and the instructor marched up and demonstrated to the rest of the class how easy it was to escape. We were shown in via a side-door to the impossibly large conservatory and into a marquee in the back garden.Angelina was waiting for us with six female minders - all dressed in french maids' outfits. 'Today, is about betting. With a twist', she said, scanning our faces for an emotion. 'You will each get fifty chips to start with and have to make as much money on the poker, roulette, horse racing, blackjack and craps tables. You can stop playing at any time and if you decide to take off any part. I grabbed the left one with my hand and bit the right one with my front teeth while I started playing with her wet pussy with my other hand. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and all I could hear was a long low “Mmmmmmmmmm”. She bent over backwards and laid on her desk. Then she spread her legs wider allowing my fingers to find those extra sensitive spots. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. As I felt her getting hotter, I probed my index and middle fingers deeper >and deeper. By the time the party really got going they were cooked to a turn. The meat was as succulent as ever, and it was definitely uncool to notice if any of the roasts had been girls you knew. Julia had a strong suspicion that she knew one of them, but she kept it to herself. There was great wine, bread, sauces and heaps of salad to go with the meat. The best thing though, was eating roasted girl before you had sex. Whatever part of the spitroast you ate, somehow it always made you feel incredibly.