You felt so beautiful that day, dressed in you traditional white satin open-bra, crotchless string-panties and stockings with garterbelt. Your Sandy b...ond locks had fluttered sligtly in the wind. The ocean had been the same sapphire as your eyes. Your poor nipples had felt so sour after all the hundreds of guests had performed the traditional congratulations by giving each nipple a quick taste by kiss, lick or nibble then giving your buttocks a nice squeeze letting their fingers gently brush. ” Sophia the bank manager, “Swinging parties are awesome because you never know what’s going to happen – and anything CAN happen.” James the music teacher, “Unlike the rest of the world, we don’t judge anyone – we just want to have fun.”And on Roberta... “She’s a little bit of a leader of the pack – she goes first and we all follow.” “I remember the first time she came to a party, I thought, hello, we’ve got a live one here. She’s up for anything...”A few minutes later, everyone has paired off. All electronic devices were required to be surrendered at the door and note taking was explicitly prohibited. The building itself was the most electronically secure possible. The attendees who noticed such things looked at each other with a sense of mystery.When Evan Must, the host, got up to speak, the room was completely quiet. He welcomed the hundred and twenty attendees, “We are taking some extraordinary precautions here because of the extraordinary times. As we reveal what a working group. "Your Highness, Princess Cherysse," Julia's voice intruded into my mind. "Yes," I replied dreamily, not really caring. "Your Highness, could I help you with your preparations, before our return journey?" she offered. What preparations? I was doing just fine. Or at least I had been until she interrupted us. Then it came to me just what I had been doing. It was wrong for a woman to allow a man to fondle her hair, as wrong as having it down in the first place. Only a lover.