I stood there in my bra and knickers looking at him hoping for some mercy. "Everything." he said. I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor then...removed my knickers. I tried to cover my breasts and vagina but he ordered me to put my hands down by my side. He looked me up and down then told me to turn around slowly. "I want all that hair around your cunt and arse shaved clean off before you go to bed tonight." I felt sick. When he had finished staring at me he told me to get down on my. He expected an article in European papers. The gallery itself was located at the ground floor of a huge hotel of 12 stages full of rooms. It was nearly the night, around 9PM. Inside it was crowded: artists, journalists, critics, politicians, and a lot to eat and drink. The walls were covered by many paintings, and dozens of sculptures were fit on wooden blocs in the middle of the corridors. There was a kind of loudly voice mixture, all the people talking together. Not very nice for my ears.. "I was warm enough till I took off my coat," she says. "It's freezing in here." I'll soon warm you up when we're under the covers."She turns around to face him, looks at him quite intently. "Let me see them."He breaks from her and goes to his dresser, opens the bottom drawer and takes out the packet he has brought from the chemists. When he returns to her and hands them over, he watches her sheepishly as she examines the contents. "It says three on the package. There's one missing." I've been. ......."So, what is the big suprise then" she blurts out " you going to tell me or not?"Not sure how to reply I try to skirt a little around her question, but I achieve nothing, except to make myself appear guilty of some terrible crime." Well, cough it up"Here goes nothing..."we're going to a swingers club"Silence, not a single word passes, until the expected."I don't do swinging, if I've told you once I've told you a million times I woudn't ever consider that. So why the fuck do you think I'd.