The quite was like a curtain of stone. She took my hand and pressed it tightly, “Let’s go,” she said, “I’m ready now.” With that, she step...ed down into the hole. It was about one foot deep, and was filling with water from the rain. “Icky,” she said. She kneeled down into the sticky clay-like mud. Debbi took a handful of the wet dirt and rubbed it on her chest and crotch. The effect was obvious. An orgasm shot through her body like lightning. She sat down and began to fasten the straps around. After I seated myself, she snuggled up nextto me and gently massaged the back of my neck with her crimson talons, sendingshivers down my spine.As we made our way up the Avenue through the early-evening traffic, she furrowedher brow in thought."Sugar," she intoned in a seductive tone. "How much time do we have before ourreservation?" A couple of hours. Why?"Her manual ministrations switched from my neck to my inner thigh. I could almostsee the wheels turning in that devious little mind."You have. It wasn't always that way. Just like any other social gathering, it took time in the first groups to find friends for the fourth group.My wife and I met Cindy at a bar meet and greet in Milwaukee. We had been swinging for several years, but it was Cindy's first event.The hostess introduced Cindy to the group in general, and then pushed her off onto another couple in the group. After a half-hour of drinking, laughing and flirting, Cindy broke away from that couple, and circled her way around to. It was a bunch of wire coat hangers wrapped in black electrical tape. After a while Batuco looked up. "You know what that is?" he asked me. I shook my head. "What is it, Daddy?" I asked obsequiously. "That a pimpstick," he said. He reached under the mattress stack, and pulled out a bunch of rags. He shook them loose and I could see that it was a bunch of rags tied together to form a crude rope. He pointed to a foot stool. "Get up on that," he said. I obeyed him. He tied one end of the rope.