He pulled the string to turn the one light on, and I saw some kind of bondage apparatus in the middle of the floor. It was a thing that you’d tie so...eone to face down that would leave their ass in the air, on full display, legs spread wide. Getting slapped around, tied up, and fucked seemed like a good punishment to me, but that’s not what happened.“Get up there,” he said.I obeyed, and he fastened the restraints around my wrists and ankles. It was like nothing much as being bent over the sofa,. We stayed at the complex pool. That evening we met them again in a restaurant and we chatted about their day on the dunes and it was then they told us it has a nudist colony where just about anything goes if you are discreet. Flirty chat followed as they described some of the nudists they had seen. We had an early night and then decided the next day to take a walk along the dunes as we were told they were spectacular and beautiful. They were right but also they were filled with nude people once. The interesting part was when she took the jacket off after we got to the Ball - under the jacket the top was a red sequined bustier, backless and strapless! Marilyn must have been tanning topless, and she looked good! I gave a wolf whistle that a few other people noticed, and Marilyn blushed and preened, twisting around to show me, and everyone else. Later, I discovered that she hadn’t worn pantyhose, but stockings. She whispered to me during our first dance that she wanted my inauguration to. I mean, you really like looking at pictures of these big cocks. How come they are sticking through holes in the walls?” I replied, “They are sticking through gloryholes.” “What’s that?” “Gloryholes are holes in walls where guys can get anonymous blow jobs.” “Where the hell are these things?” “Usually at video arcades at porn shops.” My wife asked the big question, “Have you ever been to one?” “No.” “But you think about it, don’t you? Why?” “I don’t know. It just kind of excites me. I don’t.