No, what caught my attention were the girls. Eight girls, sitting on sofas, reclining against pillows, lying on the floor... ... all dressed in white,...diaphanous, flowing nylon and lace nightgowns."What's going on here, girls?" I repeated, concerned."What's the matter, Mr. Michaels?" asked Janice, one of my best students. She got up and walked towards me, her nightgown gently clinging to her bosoms and outlining her slender legs. "Don't you think we're beautiful?" That's not the question," I. Donna sat up next to me, pressing her tits against my chest, and kissed me. I could taste my salty lubricant on her tongue. How is that, baby? she breathed into my ear. Mmmmm, I said. She knelt so she could press her nipples into my mouth. Shes good, but then, she had a great teacher. Donna stood now, straddling me, cradling my head in her hands, and presented me with her shaven cunt. I nibbled and licked her again, looking for her clit, which again swelled and reached for my tongue. Sylvie. ..Too much!”I loosen your ankle restrains a little in order to push your knees up under your tummy, so you're lovely ass is now sticking up in the air, who can resist the opportunity to lick and kiss those bum checks. I know where you keep your toys and start to rummaging in the bottom drawer and find what I need, I have you well and truly restrained and even if you try to look, no matter how you stretch your neck I am out of eye-line! I have found your velvet cat and cannot resist using it on. ..to be a*****ed and forced to provide my holes for use. It's a fantasy not something I really want to happen but it has been on my mind, so I brought it up one day with my husband Lorenzo. It drew his interest and we discussed how to go about it safely with no chance of accidental interruption.We decided he would search out and interview a guy or guys from some of the swing sites we belong to so I would not know who they were and when set up he would simply tell me the week it was to happen so.