I could see Julie admiring the heels Irena was wearing.“Hello Julie and Charles, let’s cut to the chase, we invited you here Julie to give Ben a b...ow job while I lick your cunt lips,” Irena told us in her beautifully modulated voice. “Your man was most impressive for both of us just a few weeks ago. Though today he is going to be just a spectator. Naked we hope?“Ben has been looking forward to this moment, he is very excited to have you both here. He loves being the centre of attention and. She takes hold of my hand, and having rolled up her own petticoats, forced it half strivingly, towards those parts, where, now grown more knowing, I missed the main object of my wishes; and finding not even the shadow of what I wanted, where every thing was so fiat, or so hollow, in the vexation I was in at it. I should have withdrawn my hand, but for fear of disobliging her. Abandoning it then entirely to her management, she made use of it as she thought proper, to procure herself rather the. You didn't need a degree in forensic science to work it out.It looked like whoever had made this mess had snatched Tricia when she arrived and had hung onto her waiting for me to turn up. Then they'd got bored or worried and gone, taking her with them. One of the dining chairs had been dragged into the bedroom. There was the remains of duct tape strips around the bottom of each of the front legs of the chair, she'd obviously been taped to the chair at some point, one of her shoes lay beneath. After an hour of checking out the nude beaches of Australia, the golden sands of Rio and the palm trees of Phuket, we discovered a swingers’ nudist club in sunny South Africa, called Club Paradiso. We decided to overcome our fear of flying and go for the “zipless fuck”.After about 24-hours of travel, we were apprehensive when we arrived the day before Valentine’s Day at Sun City, our scenic inland destination. Club Paradiso was about three hours from Johannesburg, the city of gold or Egoli, as.