"Hey, let's take a swim in the pool," he said."I didn't bring a suit, I'm afraid." You don't need one. We're nudists ... didn't you know that? Do you ...have a problem with that?" Not a bit. If you strip, I'll join you. When in Rome, right?"He smiled. "You've got it, Hank!" And he led the way to their living room, and then through some French doors to the backyard, where there was a small swimming pool. Next to it there was a shed that I took to be a garden shed, but it turned out to be a closet. ." said Adam warily. "And what's the bad news?" I only gave you enough blood to operate one at time."Why are men so bad at sex and driving?Because the bastards always pull out with no thought of who else might be coming.What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.How can you tell if a man is really well hung?When you can just slip your finger in between his neck and the noose.What do men and tights have in. ” Nikki said. “But he’s clipped, so I can’t be pregnant.”“Have you slept with anyone who wasn’t clipped?”“Well, Drake.”“And when was your last period? A normal one.”“I don’t have normal ones, but I guess the one in January was kind of spottier than usual.”“Nikki,” Juliette said gently. “I think you might be pregnant.”Fear flooded Nikki’s entire body. Juliette told her the plan and Nikki put her trust in her.The next morning Nikki cleaned the entire house in a state of shock. Juliette arrived. But I could not fall, and I could not turn of the orgasms.When we arrived at the cabin I was absolutely drained of strength and the last kilometres down a rough road was more pain than pleasure, in fact I'd say that the pleasure had minimized hours before. The metal bands felt tighter and I had visions of my arms turning blue. I feared the rush of blood back into my extremities and the accompanying pain.As it turned out Hubby had done a good job with the restraints. There was no rush of blood.