I took my mother into my arms and told her that I made up my mind two years ago when I saved them from the football guys. Even if only one of them wou...d have me, I would be theirs, forever. Now you are telling me that all of them want me for life, it is a sentence I will gladly pay.Now all I have to do is get them to understand what that truly means with my new job as manager of a swingers resort. Though, to tell the truth, I think they will like the idea because they like to swap boyfriends. I could tell that he was a bodybuilder because he was so totally muscular. When he said hello, I don'tknow what happened to me. I mean, like Jeannie and me would talk aboutguys and stuff, and how cool it would be to marry some really hot guy,but it was all just silly girl talk. I tried to say something butnothing would come out. All I could do was sit there with thissimpering stupid little smile on my face like some kind of Barbie dollwhile Raoul ordered for me and did all the talking with. As we had all failed to go shopping on the Saturday, the kitchen cupboard was pretty empty. Four of us had tinned spaghetti and a poached egg on toast, while Sian and Malcolm missed out on the spaghetti. They said that they'd eaten so well over the weekend that they were just being sociable by joining us at the table.After supper, I stayed at the kitchen table and wrote the letter out neatly on a couple of sheets of lined foolscap from my note pad; Julie laughed when she saw my tongue sticking. I looked up instantly to find two black men, one with a mustache and the other bald, staring at me while my friend never even looked up from working my clit with his tongue. The man with the mustache who was tugging at my nipples now smiled and said “looks like we are late for lunch”. I tried to find my voice and finally whispered, between jagged breaths, “you can have the second course, but I’m sure you can find something to do until then”. I glanced over at his bald friend who was stroking.