I once went to a party, down in Long Beach, with a colleague of mine from work. She was not what you would normally call beautiful, but I really liked...her as a friend. Most of the people at the party were the beautiful people. The women were drop dead gorgeous, but there wasn't much else going on inside.All they would talk about was their nails, their hair, or when they had the last manicure. The men in the party swarmed around my friend. She told stories of how she backpacked through the. ." "I like the couch, it's really soft and rich, the color and material." "It's a French day bed. Useful for when someone sleeps over on a rare occasion. Dinner is almost ready. Can I get you some wine? Chardonnay still your favorite? I have a Sonoma Coast 2012; it scored almost perfectly on the wine connoisseurs’ ratings." "That'll be great, thanks. You didn’t used to be much of a wine buff." "I’m still not. You know I’m a whiskey kind of gal. I just thought you’d appreciate a fine bottle and. She noticed a sign that read, “No panties allowed past this point”, as she got to the bottom of the stairs. What she saw next both surprised and excited her. The walls were lined with various whips, paddles, canes, restraints, anything to give someone a good spanking and whipping. In the middle of the room were strange pieces of furniture that she didn’t quite know how they were used. But she knew that she would probably find out soon.“Hold out your arms so that I can put wrist cuffs on them.”. "Mmmmmm, I love a man with a hairy chest," she gurgled."Okay, Shelly," Don laughed, "that's enough. I know you're just teasing. But you'd better watch it. You could get more than you bargained for." Oh, really?" Shelly cooed. "Well, I'm not teasing, honey. I'm serious. Maybe this will prove it."She stood up, undid the rest of her buttons, and slipped out of her little dress. Underneath she was wearing the skimpiest of bras and panties. Don just about fell out of his chair as he ogled her tall,.