I had taken the precaution of creating two small caches of the valuable things and always moving about with them on my person.One was in the left heel...of my custom made extra-wide shoes.The other one was in a secret compartment behind my plain silver belt buckle.The two deposits of mobile wealth each contained fifty tiny diamonds of about a single carat each generally valued at current appraisal about five hundred dollars wholesale. That made each little cache worth about twenty-five thousand. So will you consider shaving? Yes we could wax you but I thinkyou would find that painful or you could use nair but shaving woulddemonstrate your commitment to us more because it takes longer."I agreed and Sarah gave me a pink razor with several refill blades whichI recognised from the adverts on tv as the "Venus" razor and a ladiesshaving cream called bikini zone which she said was a hint at how far Ishould go with my razor.Although I had got up this morning resolved to take things further I. Is ... are those bread sticks in your, ummm, sex? What is going on here?" Before Dani could answer, Fred and Whilma looked into my yard and startled. My wife was still bouncing on Gary's dick while my rod was still tenting my apron. "Al, that must be some hard on to tent an apron like that. I'm guessing YOU put the bread sticks in her. We didn't know you were swingers -like us."Dani stood up and faced the couple. After a moment of appreciation approaching worship, and an elbow nudge from his. I pressed my legs together, but it wasn’t enough. I slipped my hands under my skirt and pressed my fingers sympathetically over my clit but it didn’t help as I had hoped, it just escalated my need. I became so hot, so caught up in my own overpowering needs that I almost didn’t notice the change in the scenes in front of me. Refocussing, I saw that they had separated into two groups, with men on the one side of the fire and women on the other. The dancing was more sexual, more intense. There.