’ After Jenny, I heeded that warning. I had a few girls – or should I say, lady friends – that liked swap parties. I’ve swapped partners quite...a few times. What was odd in most cases is that it was with married couples. It was something I found exhilarating. I just took a woman friend with me to a friend’s house and swapped for the man’s wife. I could never understand how a man could do that, swap his wife. I guess that’s why I never got interested in just one woman. Giving my wife to another. To take away all of a mans dignity by transforming him into my full-time personal toilet... it's a pleasure that can't adequately be articulated in words. It's a combination of dark fascination and possibly the most intensely erotic sensation I have ever experienced. In the world of BDSM, a toilet slave represents maximum contrast between inferiority and superiority--just imagine being able to experience this ultimate realization of superiority every day.Training an effective toilet slave is. A cheek swab would only be taken from one twin. Karen was the volunteer. Since their mother wasn’t cooperating, I’d be the other test subject. I sent in the test kit along with the required fee. About ten days later I received the report. It had been sent to my office since Claire usually picked up the mail first. I took a look at the report and my world started crashing down around me. According to what I read, there was no way I could be Karen’s biological father. I immediately called the. She said, “I never talked to a guy in my first meeting and we are going to travel along.” I just can’t resist my laugh and said, “It’s ok you can trust me.”When the flight was talking off she was scared and placed and her on my hand and held it tightly. I said it’s ok it will be just a minute. She was relaxed by my words. I said to myself, ‘You have a great day Ram.’ I thought of starting a conversation with her.She asked me do you have a girlfriend. I was shocked by her question. And I said.