He was always coming up with some clever game and this one was new for Tanya. It was called the 'coat hanger' game for lack of a better name. Simply e...ough, she was holding onto a wooden coat hanger with both hands. If she let go, she lost. Bo on the other hand could not touch her directly. If he could not get her to let go of the coat hanger within an hour, then he lost. What the winner got as a prize had not been made clear but Tanya was sure it would be something delightful. She would worry. It is a turn on in the same way that putting very private pictures and video's of her online was a turn on. That we never showed her face and were very careful we couldn't be identified if a loved one or close friend stumbled across our shamelessly naughty little adventures, did not diminish the thrill of it, but rather, increased it. It meant there would always be one last taboo, there would always be one last, naughty fantasy, so we made it a rule and one we agreed would never break, no. As I walk up to the door, my hearts beats harder and almost in time with the music. There are so many people and I don’t know a soul. I walk through the crowd looking for Tristan. He must be somewhere. Walking from room to room does no good. There are too many people. I spot the drinks tub and pull out a beer. I almost scull the beer hoping that the drink will calm me down. After a few drinks, I’m feeling free and relaxed. I walk over to the dance floor, or what I think is the dance floor. I. She’s taking a drag with one hand, and her other pinches her nipple through the tank top. He’s quickly getting hard and argues with himself about watching her intimacies versus going inside. Her intimacies win the argument as he is quickly mesmerized by her beauty and sexiness in the moonlight. He sets his glass down on the deck and it clinks loud. He freezes and hopes that he hasn’t ruined the show.The pressure on her nipple pulses through her body, and she feels the heat growing below. She.