At the campsite you have tents, caravans and chalets and were all fully booked by Bikers who are also coming for the Harley event. The majority were s...lo men, groups of friends who came together to enjoy the sun and the atmosphere. Logical that if there passes a handsome horny blond Biker slut like her, with her big tits, the Bikers could not resist to look. They knew what a Biker slut is able for, therefore they knew they have to make contact with the Bikers who were with her, to get in touch. He had his mistress, the business. Who was I, simply the provider of domestic tranquility? Financially well off, I became a Nordstrom's and Saks' Fifth Avenue attired ornament who spent half a day once a week at a salon, maintained shoulder-length hair, bathed in a bubble bath, used exotic lotions to keep a supple skin and layered it with expensive French lingerie. I drove an SL500 cream-colored hardtop Mercedes with a vanity license plate, in short, a stereotype rich, bitch, ornament, a title. Were you?" "Yes, I was". "You don`t alway need to do that if you do what George and I sometimes do. We go to swinging parties where we get plenty of sex. I expect you know that men have sex with another man`s wife and the women have sex with another woman`s husband. Wife swapping it`s called. Would you like to come with Geoge and me to the next party?" "Yes. I`d like to try it. I haven`t ever been to such parties". "Well. Now you can finish off what you were doing, but as you`ve said you want. . difficult ... favor to ask.”Frank glanced down, considering the statement. “What is it?”Al motioned him closer, not wanting to stress his voice or body more than necessary. Frank Evens leaned over and Al whispered in his ear, which no one else could hear.Evens jerked upright, his eyes opening wide. “Are you nuts! That could cost me my job.”Motioning him back, Frank leaned in again and Al continued whispering.Finished, Frank stood, regarding the recovering victim. “I hope you know what you’re.