He would soon find out

Phil watched Jake kneel in front of someone sitting in one of the many chairs lining the left wall. Phil saw other men knell before a person seated. He chose to kneel next to the spot Jake had taken. He now knew why he wore knee pads. He looked up to see a women in the dim light stareing down at him. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, with short hair. It was too dark to tell for sure, but he guessed it was blonde. She had on a short skirt. He tried not to look up to close because at that angle, he could have easlily looked up her dress.

Every man was on his knees facing what looked like all women in the chairs, now that his eyes began to adjust to the dim light. Then Phil noticed a muscular women with a stern face walking along the middle asile behind all the kneeling men. She had a long cane pole in her hand.

Phil broke the silence in the room by asking, "Jake, what's going on?"

Seconds later, Phil felt a harsh sting on his left bare butt cheek. The strong looking lady walking up behind him had struck him with the cane pole. Phil understood now, that silence was the order in that room.

A bell dinged and Phil watched all the kneeling men lean forward and he still was puzzled what this was all about. Then another sting was felt on his butt cheek and he leaned forward until his chest rested on a carpeted square structure. His face was now very close to the inside of the women's open legs. She watched her raise her skirt and felt her hand pull his face into her hairy pussy.

In shock, he pulled away and started to get up off his knees. Then he felt someone get a handful of the back of his hair and a voice spoke close to his ear. It was the muscular lady that had spanked him.

"Get up again or speak and I'll have you beaten. Is that clear?"

Phil nodded.

"Now get that tongue working before this lady starts to complain."

Phil made a quick glance around and saw all the men with their faces buried in the crotches of the seated ladies. He fell to his knees again and leaned forward on the carpeted stop and allowed the seated lady to press the back of head toward her waiting pussy.

Phil had only eaten pussy twice in his life and he did not really care of it. Now, his tongue was fishing around in the tangle of pubic hair for the mound of meat he knew to be the clitoris.