‘You what?’ Helen prompted. ‘We made love on that Friday morning and, and when we, er, finished. She said that she loved me. I’ve just realise... she said something that I didn’t quite hear. You know, I’m thinking now, that she must have said ‘forgive me!’ I told you, she said some funny things in the height of passion. Not the sort of things that women usually say.’ ‘What kind of things?’ her interest obviously piqued. ‘I’m not sure but she always seemed to be asking me to love her, not to make. This is no good.’ I twist my body round. As I do so, the heel of my shoe catches your cock, twisting it painfully to the side. You gasp. ‘I’m so sorry.’ I slowly and deliberately move my other foot onto your chest, the heel over you nipple. I let my weight bear on it. My full weight concentrated onto the minute point of my heel and into your nipple. I’m thinking that sex is all about concentration of sensation. Mentally and physically. I twist my foot cruelly, and then step off. I squat down,. The next two hands I lose and I take off my other sock and my shirt. Danielle loses one and loses another one along with Rosie. Danielle takes off her pants revealing a bright pink thong and her shirt revealing a very tight fitting bra barely keeping in her huge tits. I catch Ronnie looking but don’t say anything as I stare at Rosie as she takes off her shirt revealing her big, but smaller than Danielle’s, tits, barely being contained by her bra as well. The game keeps going as. . so what happens in the club stays in the club?" I joked."You got it," she laughed."So... I know you can't tell me anything specific," I said slowly. "But, for curiosity's sake... would this be the kind of place Michelle would fit in?" I asked, remembering the rumors of prostitutes and orgies I'd heard whispered. I'd always assumed they were at least partially bullshit, but imagined there was at least a grain of truth to them."Possibly," Heather grinned. "Let's just say that I think if.