The sight she saw made her ashamed and disgusted. Oh god, she choked out again as the tears filled her eyes, but didnt fall. She could now see the bru...ses around her face: the handprint, the lines at the bottom of her cheeks from the scarf, the rings around her wrists, and a few bruises near her hips. The sight of her bruised body made tears trickle down her already tear-stained cheeks as she entered the shower. When she got out, she would have to put make-up on her wrists and face to hide the. He didn’t leer, but seemed interested in my experience. If I did have a bad night, he was gentle and supportive. If good sex would help, he’d talk me through it, but wouldn’t make demands.“If I had a hot evening, which often I did, we’d revel in it together. I began to tell him about things that I liked either completely or partially in my private life. For example, I really like anal. Sometimes, I did it commercially, with lots of care and restrictions.”“I gather that something was different. I thought I detected a white blouse and some cleavage but I wasn’t sure. I saw her glance in my direction and I nodded a polite hello. She cracked a small smile and nodded back. I tried to work, I really did but my eyes kept returning to her nylons. I sat there looking at her legs lost in the imagination of running my hands up and down the smooth nylons, following the curve of her calves and sliding my hands up her thighs. I felt my penis start to harden and looked up guiltily to see her. As we walked the grounds we noticed that many of the patrons were in various states of undress. Most women were topless and a decent percentage of the couples were nude. I saw a man with two women and a woman with two men and they seemed to know each other. I overheard one woman tell the other, "My husband has always wanted a threesome, lets head for the beach beds and make his fantasy come true. I want to fuck him and you, I'll race you to the bed." And with that she took off running in the.