The Institute for Lifelong Loving was more than a tropical escape for a few days vacation. It was a place for couples to come to learn about eroticism...together, through instruction and practice in sexual techniques under the guidance of expert tutors.Janet's parents were both physicians and sex therapists. A few years before they had been invited to attend the inaugural session of the Institute and had been so impressed with the concept of a sexual training course that they had become. . she said she'd do anything I want, later, if I agreed to this. So I said, yeah."Caroline wasn't happy with this. You could tell: it was the way that if looks could kill, Simon would have been in intensive care. At least."You're mad! She's going to cheat on you. You know it. Oh, no, it's more than that. You're planning on cheating on her, and this gives you the perfect excuse. Well, Simon, I don't like it either way!"Simon, in turn found his own anger rising."Listen, Caroline, it's nothing to. I lay on the bed beside him and put my mouth to his ear.“I'll need some silky slips as well” I whispered. I gently stroked his hardening cock. “And stockings, lots and lots of nylon stockings.” His hand was on the front of my blouse, rubbing my nipple through the wet material. I rubbed his cock against my nylon-clad thigh. He moaned.“Lots of nylons in case of accidents.” David's hand rasped over my stockings.“I love your nylons. I want to fuck you in your nylons and blouse.” My hand moved. "Angique pulled her hand back and smacked the woman hard across the face, making her head snap. She ignored the surprised yelp as she calmly restated her question."I asked you to tell me about Anna."Anna looked stunned. Tears popped from her eyes; it must have been the shock more than the pain. She had never been treated like this; the solid earth shook under her feet. A dark spot bloomed on her cheek where Angique had struck her. There was no anger, though, no indignation — just shock. The.