Drinking, smoking, dancing, flirting, eating, trying to score. You know, good clean fun!Rod stuck pretty close to Goody trying to feel-up her legs and...she kept squeezing his hard on through his slacks. She had the guy completely aroused. Dot was everybody's friend, dancing with anyone who asked, male or female. Enjoying both, getting hit on a lot. She liked Goody’s friend well enough. He was tall, blond, blue eyed American boy. He was also very shy, but his hands were all over Goody and she. "Go on Foxy, laugh!" she said with a grin.I tried to speak but no noise came out of my mouth. I tried again, I tried to make any sort of noise and found I couldn't."Hahaha, isn't that better Foxy? No more annoying vocal chords to disturb my peace and quiet," she cackled. She left me there to contemplate this latest horror.I wanted to shout and scream but I now couldn't. Instead I screamed and shouted internally, bashing against my cage.When I finally wore myself out and I was on the edge of. My mother has a tendency to ask what she calls affirmation questions during any sort of spanking. It was the worst time to be asked a question that you are expected to be honest and answer completely and explicitly because while you are receiving pain and humiliation at the same time, you cannot think or perhaps that is the reason she chooses then to ask.You have to answer fully, or she will not count that stroke and start again or sometimes reset the count to zero. I’ve done it often enough to. As if drifting on falling snow, I let my kisses fall allover her body to where her smooth skin was bare. Allowing my hands to brush over her hips and down to the hem line of her skirt, and onto that smooth leg skin then sliding upwards to feel that mound of pelvis that felt so smooth, just the way nature created.Thumbing her skirt up and moving myself between her creamy thighs, her pussy-lips glistening in her slit, parting them, so as the pink flesh sparkled. Beading with love juice, waiting.