She wore sheer dark grey thigh-high stocking and platform heels that aligned my cock with her cunt while we danced.We'd had almost two bottles of wine... while we fucked. We were pretty fucked up when we went to the motel restaurant. We drank more wine at dinner. The waiter (another Steve) devoured Debbie with his eyes while he served us. He recommended a dance club (the swingers' club) and said to show the doorman our receipt and we'd get a free membership which usually cost $50 per couple. It. "See, it's a straight clear run, now you run do you hear?" he ordered, and I nodded.He pulled the blinder across returning me to the nightmare world of darkness, yet it was a safe world of privacy where I could believe that I was being abused in the darkness and privacy of my stable or room not outdoors in sight of anyone who might pass by.I ran on carefully and although he whipped me I was too frightened to go any faster, and after a few hundred yards or so he stopped me once again, he just. "Um, okay..." one said tentatively. "Are you sure it's in here, though?" This is room ... uh, 16F, right?" William asked.The girls nodded."That's what they told me," he said jovially. "Well, it's three o'clock. Sorry to displace you, but the studio I was promised was double booked. You know, end of semester, and what have you ... Say, will you be attending my master class on Friday?"The girls frowned at him. "Master class?" one asked, dubiously."At one o'clock. We will discuss the proper tone. Then I applied soap over her neck, armpits, back, ass, navel, thighs, breast, hands, legs and even pussy. I had to do it twice to get rid of the massage oil.I dried her hair and other parts of her body,applied powder at her armpits and I took a purple thong from her travel bag and a pink lacy bra and made her wear that. Readers, it was very hard doing this task. I adjusted the bra such that ample amount of cleavage was visible. I helped her in wearing the underskirt. She took a pink colored bra.