They were wearing sheer cloaks and you could plainly see the shape of their naked bodies pressing against the soft fabric. They flowed over each other...like water. Their hands exploring their own and each other's bodies. They gracefully amassed in a writhing pile of sex right in front of us.They were slowly working themselves into a collective climax. I noticed a couple of people sitting around the stage with their hands buried in their sex. A woman had her hand between her dress and was. She tried to cover up her breasts with one arm and reach down to cover her pubic area with her other hand, although her buttocks were still on display. The olive hair girl slapped her hard across the face "Get down on all fours, you are both our little play-things, our toys, and we will do with you as we please". The tall blonde produced another choker-turned-makeshift-dog-collar from her backpack and attached this to Jamie, whose eyes were now welling up again with tears and her face was. Is that right?"Both women nodded, somewhat nervously. "How revealing do you want them to be?" When neither woman came up with an answer, he asked "Will you be wearing lingerie? Sleepwear? Swimwear? Nothing?"He finally got a reaction as the one whose home they were in replied "Well, maybe all of those. We didn't know if you would..." OK. I take that to mean you want some nude shots, right?" He was keeping things almost clinical, as Teri had suggested. He was succeeding, but there was a definite. She wanted and needed it often and was not choosy as to whether it was a man or a woman. Not that she was a nymphomaniac … she just was in love with lust.Over time, we had reached an understanding; each of us could pursue other adventures as long as we were totally honest with each other. We had also started swinging with other couples early in our relationship.Due to the type work that we each did, we had multiple opportunities to do so. As a photographer, I was often alone with naked women.