My little "secret" discovered. I had gotten too brazen, and by that, one could understand, careless, or maybe even reckless. My rule of undressing ha...d gained an little addendum, which required that I disrobe with my apartment door wide open. Once I was fully naked, I could then close the door. Not before. I had just stepped out of my panties when I heard a "Hey Danae," and my friend Ashleigh from the second floor burst in and almost knocked me over. She did a classic double take when she. There were about fifteen people of all ages, both men and women milling around examining the various instruments. I put down my duffel bag full of crisp new copies of the New York Times."Please take your seats," Mistress Phoenix announced."Today, we have a special guest, Frank. He has a very unusual fetish. He is sexually aroused by the touch, feel, and smell of broadsheet newspapers. His favorite broadsheet is The New York Times. He also likes to be tortured with newspapers. Today, we will. "Fuck that was amazing" Martin groaned, I think a lot louder than he meant to."Get on the chair" he demanded, grinning. Bella stood, and turned around to walk to the chair as Martin slapped her plump ass, causing it to jiggle. She sprung up slightly, excited.She laid back on the chair, putting a leg up on either arm, her pussy spread, and almost dripping wet waiting for him, Martin stood up, stepping out of his trousers, which were down to his ankles and walked over to Bella, who was stroking. I’ve been with all the wrong men, I know,” she said quietly looking down and wondering if she should be so forward, but knowing she wanted this guy badly. “Are you busy tonight?” he asked simply, closing off any further conversation, taking control. “No. You?” she asked. “No, just this, and Marty still isn’t here. I can leave if you can,” he said. “I can,” she replied. “But, I don’t want Jane to know I left with someone. Can I leave first and meet you outside?” “Yes, you can. We’ll go to my.