Oh I was going to... maybe, I felt the quiver in my legs begin, Oh please let me, God please. (At this point let me preface by saying that ejaculation...has been a spotty event for me with a woman since my 45th birthday. I am at best a long term project) I want ed to, I felt the muscles quiver and shiver and contract and pulse. My back arched and wiggled and writhed. My hands grasped the headboard of the bed and pulled me up. And yet... nothing. I pulled and pushed. I pleaded I begged, still.... Sally called her that evening and after an hour-long call filled me in on Karen's reason for the request.Karen, a professional photographer, had shown her work in several local galleries and saw her fashion work published in women's magazines. She proposed a photoshoot that would be artistic with a possible commercial angle. Her idea was to have Sally pose nude in various public indoor and outdoor spaces around New York. It sounded crazy but Sally was intrigued. For as long as she could. My eyes glaze over as I gaze at Her show, and I nod dumbly. “It’s just I need a new laptop you see, and I was thinking about the ones they give out to the reps.” I nod some more, my heart racing as I wonder what’s coming next, am I going to get a real show?!“So would that be ok Graham?” I can only nod, my face beetroot red as She uncrosses and crosses again, making my eyes flicker and then glaze over again. I simply can’t stop looking, whatever I do. I’m a compulsive masturbator and voyeur, and. "Let me start with the club. I have only been there twice. I've never lied to you. I didn't know it was a swingers' bar until yesterday. I did know that it was a bar for people more our age and thought we could go there once in a while. It does have a pretty happy atmosphere."The first time I went I got drunk. I think Trish or Cindy put some kind of drug in my drink. I remember dancing with a few guys but not much more. On the way home Trish and Cindy told me I was into it and let men grope me..