'Not when you are branded but it is what he wants. I shall be there. John is too squeamish.''Can't you give me something to stop the pain?' she asked,...starting to tremble again.'I can, but then you would not have given us anything worth while. The pain will be followed by pleasure! I'm sure John must have told you. We want the joy of seeing you accepting pain, of being given to someone you don't love, perhaps dislike very much, but to see you go to please us? This is what happened to your. Go on in and grab one.” “Alright, I guess.” Was my response not wanting to be rude. When I got inside I got a bit of a shock though. On a shelf, to the left of the doors, stacked in about four piles were the swimsuits. To my surprise they were all bikini, style Speedos. Nobody I knew wore these, skimpy things. Worse yet if I put one on, how would I hide my erection. Resigned to the fact that there was no way out of the situation, I tried a black pair on. Now, I know why everyone calls. "First time,huh, said the busty blond? "Yeah," answered Jenny. "Well, it's the best time you'll ever have,"gushed Donna, my husband Bill and I have been coming to these things for four years now, andI"m addicted to them, if you know what I mean?!?" Jenny smiled and asked, "Do you do it withjust anyone???" "I've done it with every man here at one time or another, but usually just withone or two at any one party," she answered, "come on, let me show you something," said Donna,leading Jenny down a. He arrived home and went straight for the whisky. He opened the patio door and sat at the table. The thunderstorms earlier in the day had wetted the ground thoroughly and everything smelt fresh and clean. The sky was dark with a tinge of greenish blue in the north west where the sun had set an hour or more before.He reminded himself it was only a week to the longest day. Midsummer. He had a vague memory of parties to celebrate Midsummer’s Day, and wondered how he would celebrate it, probably.