"Oh God." I finally uttered, and hid my face in lace-gloved hands."Please..." In my shame, I still couldn't get any coherent words out. Iwas totally a... his mercy.I felt him come and stand near my right shoulder, and I knew he waslooking down at me cowering on the carpet before the protruding evidenceof my humiliation."So you like being fucked, then, do you?" The "by men" was left unspoken.He asked in a matter-of -fact, obtaining information sort of way, whichmade it seem a lot worse, somehow. I. From my seat I could observe all the people in the club. Hard to explain, but the people were not who I expected. People who have been to swingerclubs know what I mean.There were many single men of course, but also plenty of couples. I didn't notice any single women. Some of the women were very attractive and others were just fat and ugly. The other single men were from 25-65 years old, and from muscular to fat. I was by far the youngest in the club which attracted some interest.After some. "Mmm, fuck, you know how to kiss, wish I got it more often," as I moved down and started kissing her neck and undoing her jean buttons. "No, wait, I want to see you first." She said as she began taking my shirt off. She stopped for a second and ran her hands along my abs and sort of moaned at the sight of them. She looked up at me with the most gorgeous brown eyes I had ever seen, and then my shirt came all the way off. We stopped and stayed still for a moment, looking into eachothers eyes. I. What would you change about the ones you have now?”“Hmm, do you think they’re okay?” she asked. “Not too plain, or old fashion?”“They look great. You’ve looked after them well.” Frank was delighted to be allowed to look at her legs openly. He kneeled down and touched a white strap holding one onto her foot. “They’re in excellent condition and I’d even sell them as factory seconds!” As he finished his words, he wasn’t even looking at the shoes. His eyes were looking at her ankles, and he.