That seemed like a good deal so I went in and waited for an open chair.The magazines were an odd mix, Seventeen and Field and Stream, Modern Woman an... GQ.The hair stylist who called me to her chair was named Bonnie.I said that's a pretty name, she said, that's what it means, Pretty.You've got lovely hair, she said and I blushed, no one ever told me that before.She looked me over and said how do you want it cut?I said, just trim it up and shape it in the back, I like it left full.She said do. Her cunt was a sticky mess. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, and I didn't think she could possibly take more, much less come again. I was wrong again."Okay, Mike, her mouth is all yours. Slave, I want you to lick us both, while I fuck your wife!" With that, he slid easily into her balls deep. Some come squirted out of her hole when he entered her, and landed on my face. "Man, she is like a cavern down here. How is her mouth, Mike?" Damn nice", Mike said. "I'm going to go for some deep. Snap! Only two more to go.The bra, having completely evaded his feeble defenses, now slipped up over his shoulders. The ends of the bra slithered around his back, snugly embracing his torso, and the first hook and eye engaged with a snap.Snap, the cincher pulled in further.Snap the second hook on the bra pulled the bra firmly into place, solidly encasing his chest in its silky grip. Paul could just barely breathe, and couldn't bend over at all.Snap, the last hook on the cincher was firmly set. “So are all your friends swingers?” I asked Jack.“No just the five you will meet tonight,” Jack replied. “You have met Sam, Linda and Scott already,” “You still have to met Will and Denise,” Jack added.Jack explained it was Sam and his old girlfriend who rather got all of them together for a little party one night. The drinks were flowing and before the night was over most had exchanged partners. Jack looked to me as he told me that he ended up with Sam and his girlfriend.“It was just sex.