Is it Sam? Well, IS IT?" "Ahhh...Idon't know what to say, Jessie. I am so embarrassed and just don't knowwhat to say except I'm sorry," he finally man...ged to get out. She didn'tlet up."I didn't ask you to say you're sorry, Sam. I asked you what this gunk isthat's on my toe. I think it's the same stuff that's in this kleenex.Jeez, Sam....I have a boyfriend...remember? I KNOW about these kind ofthings. These kind of.....ah...STICKY situations. Ya know what I mean bysticky situations? Did you. She stood so close it looked like she was nuzzling her ear. “They’d be fascinated, which is what we want. We want them talking, but they’re unlikely to follow us. They’d stand out at an exclusive bar catering to gays like a sore thumb. No one is trailing us anyway.”Turning around again, she wrapped her arm around her companion and pulled her close as they set off again.“I could get used to this. How far of a hike is it?”“Only a couple of blocks.”“Wait, are we heading for the South Street. Her searching inevitably led to her pussy and she slowly slid two fingers either side of her clit, parting the short hair that fringed the lips. With one hand still circling her nipple, the other soothingly stroking her heat, she began to hear sounds filter through under the door. There seemed to be a party filling the house. David routinely held parties here when his parents were away, but given he'd promised her an electric night of something, she did feel a little cheated by the concept of a. She looked at him and replied “ yes, I come here to unwind”. She sat for a while longer and the barman carried on serving the small number of customers, all whom were dressed to leave little to the imagination or wearing nothing at all. This was the only thing that would give it away that this was no ordinary bar. It was a swingers sex club.The barman had another quiet spell and stood next to her on the opposite side of the bar, “unwind eh?” he asked. She paused as she sipped her drink, “yes “.