With his right hand, he reached out tentatively and touched her thigh. When she didn’t stir, he slowly moved his hand closer and closer to her mound... The heat that was coming from her sex made him moan as he imagined finally being deep inside her. He cupped her mound with his large hand and lightly squeezed. Unable to resist any longer, he slowly reached his hands to the inside of her thighs and spread her legs further apart. He watched as the material of her pajama shorts disappeared deeper. And now I'm sleeping in the arms of a-a-a a what? What the fuck was going on? I sat up and looked around. It was dusky outside, the sun had gone down and night was creeping in. Apart from falling again there was no other way down from the hayloft. In the last of the light I stared at my captor.There wasn't a single word that sprang to mind to describe the creature. Werewolves, zombies and vampires were all good stuff of fiction, but this wasn't any of those things. The ... monster was humanoid. “Done deal” he said “Now where am I going?”“Straight on and next left!” Irene replied thinking how much she would like to have him straight up herThey drove on making small talk, he told her how he worked in finance and had been divorced for over 3 years, how he was too busy to find a woman to share his life and how he had joined a swingers club just to help relieve the tensions of his daily job.Irene’s ears pricked up and she was almost hoarse with excitement as she said “swingers club?”“Yes”. I typed ‘how to become a Lap Dancer’ into the search bar, but the screen was covered in horrid library security messages, saying this wasn’t allowed. The librarian logged in again with some special stuff – he didn’t let me see his password, and now the messages had been replaced by photographs. There were smartly-dressed men mostly sitting on leather sofas with beautiful girls or women in very skimpy underwear rubbing their bodies over the men. My eyes were everywhere; my hand shook on the.