Their taxi took them right up to the massive front door of Le Centrale hotel, it's white columns towering up to the second or third floor. A red-coate... doorman helped them into the lobby, smiling at the two girls and nodding at Gustav knowingly. He checked in, pleased that the hotel expected them, and had allocated two suites to the party. Lauren and Emma would be on the fifth floor, while Gustav would be on the third. Two bellboys took their luggage off into the depths of the building."I'm. Too often, a wife didn't really appreciate what she had at home until she'd laid down for a few of her girlfriends' spouses. And that was another advantage to their private, swinging get-togethers: the exciting exchange of new ideas, ways and approaches, or the actual teaching of a one-track minded husband, or half-frigid wife.Anyway, the swapping around had certainly meant everything to her and Don's lives together. Being financially comfortable and having all of the luxuries that went along. It was glossy and Jillie was anxious to touch it, just as she was getting anxious to touch him.She and her department had only worked on the microscopic filaments that traveled through his skin. He could feel everything going on in her body when they touched. He would feel her get hot, blood traveling to core areas, approaching climaxes and any other signals that her body sent in the course of sexual interaction. Jillie did wonder whether she would feel those things herself or if this night. Leather cup less, corsets for each of them. Hideously high heels. Leather straps, for wrists and ankles, with heavy duty buckles, fitted with thick metal rings. Lastly, a leather choker, for each of their necks, also with heavy duty buckles, and a large steel ring. There were no knickers. They dressed, each keeping their thoughts to themselves. Then a small woman entered the room. She told them to line up against the wall, and bend with bums towards her. She inserted something into each of.