Nowlooking in the mirror, you couldn't really tell if I was boy or girl.She broke my daydream by saying that it was time to handle the hair.She took a...brush and began brushing out my messy hair. She told me Ihave nice hair but I need to treat it better. She pulled in back into ahigh ponytail and tied it with a black thingy. That had a very feminineeffect on my look.She was satisfied and she told me to follow her downstairs to help withdinner. I was kind of shocked at this as I was. .. well, I'm not sure what the current term is, but they used to call them swingers." Swingers? You mean... ?" Uh, yeah, they swap wives and husbands." Really? I thought most of those were just stories." I guess most of them are, but this site looks for real." You mean we'd actually..." she began looking more closely, her eyes growing large in disbelief."Yeah, uh, just for the night although some of them apparently swap for longer periods of time as well." Is that what we've come to? Do you. Won’t be long.”Won’t be long?It was easily half an hour each way to home and back. On our way into the hotel we had bumped into an old university friend of mine with whom I had kept in contact mainly by email and the occasional lunch. Jenny was attending a medical conference at the hotel and looked every inch the successful consultant she had risen to become. After exchanging air kisses so as not to smudge our make up we agreed to join her in the bar after dinner. At the time my chance meeting. The idea was to have a member of staff demonstrating the products in a provocative manner, something that Jaq was more than capable of doing.The day of the photo shoot arrived and Jaq certainly looked provocative in the outfit she had chosen for the day. The company had hired a car for the day as she needed to get to Birmingham from our London home. Jaq had asked me to go with her as some moral support, to which I gladly agreed.We set off from our London home at six in the morning to hopefully.