"How did you find out about this place?" I whispered to Brad as he lead me inside. "Craigslist," he whispered back. A woman in her thirties stood up f...om the couch. "Welcome to our party, you must be Brad and Michelle. I'm Denise, this is my husband Rob." Denise pointed to her husband on the couch, who had a scruffy face, beer belly and a receding hairline. "You two are the last to arrive. Is this your first swingers party?" "No," said Brad. I stood there a little stunned. Not only had Brad. But they had talked about this all week for this time together.As usual we were well protected. The Beast number two was on hand - it was now a fixture in the parking garage. The Secret Service had commandeered four bays and had block walls and garage doors installed. A dozen Secret Service Suburbans were in the line.The griping and complaining from the Secret Service had ended after our first visit to the inn, when they found out they were to eat steak, crab and lobster with us. It was just an. He was worried that he had liked the kiss. Well why shouldn't he? Roland was very good looking and Francis, in his satin dress felt very feminine. The two things would obviously go together. He could hear the conversation in the dining room."Does Susan know what you have done with her son, Adele?" Susan will understand. In fact, I am sure it was what she had in mind when she asked me to let him stay. She often told me that Francis was quite effeminate and is very much like his sisters." Well, I. But he stopped.“Master,” she pleaded.“Not yet.” His kisses moved up the side of her neck. He whispered in her ear, “I want to play first.”His mouth made a trail down her chest. Licking, sucking, nibbling. He didn’t touch her breasts. The cool air of their room felt icy against her sensitive nipples. They tingled in anticipation. She squirmed, willing him to take one between his lips.As if he knew what she was thinking, Derrick lifted his head, and with a grin, he said, “Is there something you.