In the journey, they told me about the club. It was the first time they went there and I noticed how nervous was she about it. Full of strangers in an...unknown place, to use her, to fuck her the most, so weird and nasty.The swingers club was bigger than I imagine, plenty of space for encounters, drink and reservation areas. We star be more calm and happy to stay here, the staff was fine and the people inside looked so nasty, going to their business with no care about anyone. In a point we found. Rebecca called to make an appointment, then brought her friend to my office.Eva Martinez wasn’t Mission Hills, that was obvious at a glance. Women can tell things about other women. I guessed middle class, maybe upper middle. Not in Rebecca’s league, but not hurting either.Eva was petite, only a couple of inches over five feet tall. Maybe a hundred pounds and nicely put together. She wore her black hair in a no-nonsense ponytail. Latina, with smooth, copper colored skin and a dazzling white. Right before lunch Liz stopped me and asked if I was still okay with our little arrangement. I assured her I was. “Well, do you want something to eat first?” Liz was trying to accommodate me in every way. I gave her a sly smile and whispered “I’m looking forward to a liquid lunch, baby.” With that she smiled broadly and brushed past me to lead the way to her room, which was on a floor closer than mine.Once inside the room she wasted little time slipping out of her blouse and bra and lying down. I brushed the teeth, and water was not coming in the tap. I politely informed him.There was a mischievous smile on his face. He looked at the toilet and asked me to use that water. I flushed it, and I knew that it wouldn’t make any difference, but still, I flushed. I was so shocked and afraid. I did what he asked, washed my mouth with the toilet. He laughed so hard and clapped his hand.Water was coming again from the tap. He asked me to get myself clean properly. I washed my mouth like a maniac.