The thought of being at the hands of a mad man who might whip and rape caused me to tremble. My face blushing and I’m frozen in place by the intimat... knowledge this man knew about me. In a vain attempt to keep what little dignity remaining I try to convince the stranger to leave... “Please leave. I expect my husband to be home anytime now”.“Not to worry we have plenty of time to spend together. I know your husband is working tonight and it seems that your kids are away staying the night at. ”“This is Sling five juliette tango, it’s STILL all nominal, over.”“Pilatus seven tango sierra, understood. We’re passing you now. See you in Alabama.”“Roger. Sling five juliette tango, out.”So now it’s just us and we’re flying along and there are puffy summer cumulus all over, but only a few of them reach our altitude.I’m cheating a little bit on the weather. My iPad has a weather app and I’m looking at our track south. Thunderstorms are starting to build in a few areas, but not problematic. We have a number of close friends and we’re totally easy with each others’ company. We have a large property in the country and all often bask naked and it’s nothing to see a couple shagging. However, there was never any group sex although I think we all know that there have been random couplings of individuals. I certainly know – well, suspect – that Dawn has fucked all the guys at one time or another and I suspect she knows that I’ve had the girls. But it was always kept private. And so it. Because, I was the first to play; lived opposite him, introduced him to these others, I believed I should be the favoured one. As I said by the end of the summer of 2011 that was not the case. Now apart from my sister, those other women were into the swinging and swapping scene and had all done stuff such as cuckolding their hubby, sex with other men whilst hubby watched and so on. But Ben was offering a new line to most of them.In May that year, after pressure from David I invited Ben along.