As I stood up Elenore came over to me with a pile of clothes that she had assembled. There was a distinct smell of smoke and dirt on the clothes, but ...here were few alternatives. Going around naked in the chilling autumn air would not end well.“Where do we find this Carmen?” she asked as I finished putting on the clothes.“I would not be in this remote place if I knew,” I responded. “I have been on the road for five years without ever finding any fresh clues of where Carmen Elisa can be found,. I was in our bedroom standing in front of the full length mirror. I was naked and was looking at myself. I still looked pretty good on my late thirties...As I stand there suddenly I smelled something; like sweat and something else. Spreading my legs a little wider I reached down between them and ran my hand across my pussy. It felt damp and a little sticky. I brought my hand back up to my nose to inhale. I was a different smell than I normally had. It was powerful and I suspected it was heavy. I’m not sure if I could. Crowds make me anxious. What about you?”He laughs and then explains that this is actually one of his favourite sexual practices, that he enjoys having sex in full view of others, especially in outdoor locations. He tells me that he has taken part in numerous group sex activities and orgies and has a group of friends who all play this way together. This comprises of married people, singles, straight, bi and gay, different ages and backgrounds, but all sharing the one. Another shudder went through Chuck.And still he stepped forward, not in control of his own body. Stepped forward until he was at the only furnishing in the room - a raised dias, with three robed figures. One sat in an enormous chair. The other two stood, flanking the chair and holding candles. Chuck was now past nervous. Past scared. Chuck was terrified."Kneel," a woman's voice commanded.Obediently, Chuck knelt at the foot of the dias, looking upward into the shadowy faces. Fear.