. Out of ... Hell!‘Everyone, especially Eda and Jennifer killed the concluding musical segment of this Meatloaf classic. E finished her powerful cym...al run, by tossing both of her drum sticks out into the crowd as she stood up behind her monstrous drum kit. She ended this song with a fisted slam into her largest cymbal. Jennifer, Sammy and I all grabbed the remaining guitar pics from Lisa’s and Sammy’s mic-stands and flung those little trinkets into the boisterous crowd.When Lynette and Eda. Your spanking will hurt. But, embarrassment and light pain are kissing cousins to pleasure. You know this. My pussy is already tingling in anticipation. You start by rubbing my ass cheeks ... laying claim to them.Smack! The first one always makes me jump a little. You pause to let the sensation and its effects sink in. When you spanked me, my pussy ground against your leg I was straddling, adding to my pleasure.Smack! Smack! Smack! You alternate ass cheeks this time and increase your intensity.. So, everyone’s happy with these arrangements so far, then?” I took command yet again, even as I bent Taylor over and gave her what she craved from me this whole time.“So ... Taylor and I together. Yes! I really want that to happen! The happiest lesbian couple ever, other than perhaps Sandy and Rachel! Maybe Ambika and Kunti should wed, too. An all-Indian lesbian duo!” Lauren suggested as she let Taylor suck her tits.“Yes, please! Pretty please, Kunti! Let me lick your namesake daily! Let me wed. My mother blushed hearing about her sister's not-so-private sex life.When the mud baths were finally ready, a staff member came and informed them that more wedding guests had arrived. Aunt Helen and her fiance excused themselves to tend to the new guests, and they assured us that they would return promptly.In the meantime, mom and I were left alone in the private spa room. We each got in our separate bathtubs filled with the mud. It was a strange, but refreshing feeling. I never had a spa.