Before pouring us all a drink I reminded them of my house rule, speedos only. They complied and dropped their shorts and if I thought they couldn't ge... any hotter, they did. Both had semi hard cocks that were growing and their little lycra speedos weren't hiding anything.Standing around my little kitchen breakfast bar we chinked our glasses and I raised a toast, to anal sex. More nervous laughter but in those couple of minutes our three cocks has all grown to full, one hundred percent hard.Then. I knew they would all be there since my hubby did not make a secret of it around them. No one could believe I would do it, but they all wanted to see for themselves. I know why our male friends wanted to be there, but the women in our circle of acquaintances did too. I think they were hoping I would chicken out. I signed in and was assigned an artist. It was a man. I secretly wanted a man to paint my privates. The artist was instantly happy to meet me. He told me I was beautiful and. "Need a hand?" he asked. "Mmm, will you get all those hard to reach places?” I murmured with a smile in return. "I'd like to get my "hard" into all your places," he teased back. We had been friends for years and "close" for most of them. Mine was not an open marriage but the fences weren't all that high. My husband and I had only two rules. We both had to approve of any partners, and there could be absolutely no cock penetration. Otherwise everything was fair game. The last condition was my. ?Emma Thompson, 94238?Emma was shocked. How had her name gotten onto the box? She didn’t have long to ponder this as the nurses guided her into the next room. It was a large tiled wet room, with a drain in the corner. The nurse told her to go and stand by the drain. Emma did as she was told. Turning around she was taken aback to see the other nurse holding a hosepipe and aiming it at her as she played with the nozzle.?What. No,? she screamed as a blast of cold water hit her, nearly.