Angela entered,unrecognizable in a dark wig and heavy makeup, wearing a white silkshirt, open at the collar, riding breeches, and knee-high shiny blac...kboots. She was carrying a suitcase with the lettering: "Bind-It-Yourself"."Hello, Madame," she smiled, trying not to giggle, "I'm with Bind-It-Yourself. Can I interest you in our new line of products?" Well-I-er- have some friends coming over for a party soon and--" Istammered, falling back as she pushed her way in and locked the door."This won't. At the club was a small shop that sold balls, gloves, limited amount of clothing, and that was where the tanning beds were. A girl named Barbara ran the shop independently from the club. She was about 35 and very friendly, I fact talk was she was too friendly. There was also a little talk that she might have a thing for me. She was short with short hair. However she was not much to look at. In fact she was ugly, wore braces and always seemed to have saliva in the corners of her mouth. What she. I saw David dig out a pair of bright blue speedos so I hunted through my drawers to find mine which were almost the same shade of blue.David and I were the first to arrive at the pool, where we hung our towels on the rail and stood looking at one another. Neither of us tried to disguise the fact that we were eyeing each other up and down, and apparently liking what we were seeing. David’s muscles were a little more developed than mine except for my shoulders and biceps as I had been practicing. She was groggy, disoriented. Herlast memories were indistinct, but her tender pussy testifiedthat she had indeed been fucking someone. She tried to moveand discovered she couldn't. Her hands were tied above herhead somehow and her ankles were also secured. Fear washedover her. Where was she? She realized she was naked undersome sort of coarse blanket and there was a sensation ofmovement, as if the whole room were rocking. She assumed itwas the scotch she had so freely consumed making her.