“Oh, life at last. Keep going down there.” Leslie generated more bubbles and ran her fingers over the young boy’s balls.“It really is moving! ...ee!” whispered Leslie with delight.“Told you so!” said Frank, nudging her playfully. “More soap, down under between his legs, make sure his bum is nice and clean.”They cleaned him carefully and Frank again ran the wet cloth over the boy’s forehead. Leslie had parted his thighs slightly and seemed to be pushing a finger into his anus. There was little. ’ Alice had to admit, the feeling of privilege was more than a little intoxicating. She’d felt the same way when stepping onto a crime scene with her badge slung around her neck—only this carried with it a different sort of adrenalin. She had no idea what to expect to find behind the silver privacy curtains that marked the entrance but everything felt so exciting. The low throb of the house dub vibrated along the walls and floor but it felt unstated. Was this a dance club? ‘This place is. He said, “Save that slut for your breakfast. You’re going home with me”. That night was a long night. I was soaking wet between my legs, exhausted and now wanting to jump in bed and sleep. He had different plans. He tied my hands around the bottom of the bed post and said, “This is where you’re sleeping tonight s*s.” I was too tired to argue. Naked and the dildo still in my ass. I fell asleep on the floor. Before I did doze off I heard him on his cell request 2 plane tickets for the next day.I. We try to present a little decorum to strangers and friends we haven’t made love to yet.The first to arrive is my best friend Annette, with her husband Charles and their lovely nineteen-year-old daughter, Suzanne. We have been poly-lovers for more than ten years. We met at a swingers’ party and both my husband Paul and I fell in love with Charles and Annette. Their bisexuality fitted in with our lifestyle and we swopped often, Paul with Charles or Annette and I with Annette or Charles. Mostly.