I think that both Vicky and I were a little drunk because we both giggled a bit as we took our dresses and shoes off. Jon told us to “assume the position” and then made us wait like that while he stripped off and then went and got the tawse. First he told me to put Vicky over the back of the sofa and give her 20 strokes and then Vicky had to give me 20. I actually gave Vicky 23 because she didn’t count the first 2 so they didn’t count then she jumped up after the 19th so that didn’t count as well. We both had red bums but there were no wheals like you get when the cane has been used. After that Jon took us up to the ‘punishment’ room and ‘restrained’ us together. It was certainly different first our own ankles were tied together then we had to lie facing each other but with our faces in front of each other’s pussy. Next we had to bend our knees and open our legs so that the others head could get between our legs and our mouths were on the others pussy. The next bit was more interesting because Jon then tied our hands behind the others back then tied our thighs together behind the others head. This meant that we were locked together and couldn’t get our faces far from the others pussy. Neither of us needed any encouragement for what Jon said next, which was “the one that makes the other cum first can sleep with me tonight.” Well, we both started licking and sucking. I was glad that fuck Vicky had shaved; I hate getting a pubic hair in between my teeth or stuck in the back couple of my throat and tickling me. We were both doing our best and I’m sure that we were close. I had Vicky’s juices all over my face and even started gently biting her clit. Trouble was, the more I went for Vicky the more she went for me. I was trying to resist cumming by concentrating on giving Vicky everything I could and trying to ignore the pleasure that Vicky was giving me but you can only ignore that sort of pleasure for indian so long and in the end I think that we came within seconds of each other. Jon decided that it was so close that he would call it a draw. We were both going to sleep in his bed. The question was, ‘which one of us was he going to fuck?’ Jon untied me and told me to untie Vicky and then follow him into his bedroom. As it turned out he didn’t fuck either of us, well not with his dick. He had us get amateur into the bed on either side of him but with our heads at his feet. He wanted to use his hands on us. He told us not to move while he started Housewife working on me with his right hand. I could see the bed quilt moving over where Vicky’s pussy would be so I presume that she was getting the same treatment. It was only minutes since Vicky had made me cum and Jon wouldn’t let us clean up before getting into his bed so I was still very relaxed and wet, in fact my juices were all down the inside of my legs and I’m sure that I was getting the bed wet as well. It wasn’t long before his fingers were inside me. Gradually he put more and more fingers into me until it felt like he had all 10 of his fingers in me but he couldn’t have because I could still see the quilt moving over Vicky’s pussy and judging by the expression on her face she was getting the same treatment as me. I was pleased that I had had the drinks earlier and was quite sex relaxed otherwise I’m sure that it would have been painful. She takes my wrists and shackles them to the bedposts at sex the foot of the bed. This is my first sequel. I watched it twitch. She lurched couple atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets. The hammer fuck drew Housewife indian me towards it. It didn't surprise me when Glenda's mouth was on my pussy within seconds. What they did do was to thank me amateur for an awesome day and promised to try to repeat it again the next day. She affected a cute pouty face. I had to be in Carsina. “Tonight?