“What a cheeky pair of minxes you are!’ Roland exclaimed.
He grabbed me and pulled me down across his knee. I squealed with mock fear. He spanked my bottom. So bruised was I that it stung like mad, even through my skirt and knickers.
“No, please, it’s so sore, please, Roland.”
Laughing, he let me go. “I’m going to take you out to the best dinner money can buy,” he said. “Then we’re coming back here, and you can compete to see which of you can show the most gratitude.”
And so we did, competing with each other to pleasure him with our lips and tongues and other parts as well. That night we all three slept together, Roland in the middle between Belinda and me.
Over the next few weeks, things went wonderfully well. I would not deny that once or twice when Roland took Belinda into his bed
