Kisses became deeper, softer, and more lingering. More sweet. Pleasure from the feel of Vasanthi’s hands on his sides, runs through him like a sweet... spring time river, the feeling ebbing through his body slowly. Her touch soft, sweet, like silk drawn softly across his skin, each time her fingertips moved.Softly he moaned under the touches of Vasanthi’s silken hands against his flesh, ripples of pleasure ran through him, softly, coaxingly. His hands delicately danced along her sides, fingertips. I picked up a lot of guys that week, looking forward to what they woulddo to me, and loving it when they did but I did feel really dirty andhumiliated at the same time, especially right before and straight aftermeeting a guy. Bella was understanding. Of course I would feelhumiliated, because I was a guy, being fucked by other guys, but it wasonly until I could get her mother back.At the end of the week I went home with Bella. She sent me up to my roomand when Liz came back she talked to her. She asked if we could take her over to the Saddle shop. And we did. Chelsea Blair saw her kids and then left her collar on the table and took a group down to a blue light special. Different women had different reasons." George said."Did the women perform sex as part of their arrangements?" Colleen asked."They had sex as part of their living arrangements. The bulletin board was posted with the Swinger House rules and everyone stuck to them." George said."Swinger house rules?" Sure. The women. A quick glimpse up my dress when I came down a slide, or letting my skirt fall down when I hung from my knees on the jungle gym were two of my favorites. It had been so much fun teasing the perverts when I was younger that I figured coming face-to-face with a real, live rapist, on my terms, might be even more fun.By the time I got to the park it was after midnight, a little late even for me. At first I just walked around, checking to see if anybody was there. I passed one old lady out walking.