JR saw what the situation was and pulled a resistant Rockie behind him just as Brad reached them.“This the new guy, Rockie?” Brad asked with a pre...mature distaste for what he expected the answer to be. “This the guy that has been driving you around, feeding you and fucking you for all I know?”“Don’t hurt him!” She said through her panting. At six-foot-three, Brad was at least four inches taller than JR and outweighed him by more than seventy-five pounds. While JR appeared to be in good physical. He also said that their will also be another sub female here too. He asked if my wife was bi and would mind her being their. I said no not at all.we walked thru the clothes and I picked up an outfit but did not show it to wife and we left. Saturday afternoon I told wife to shower and shave and present her self to me. About 5 she walked in naked and completely shave head to foot. I smiled and handed her the shiny latex hose and the leather 8 strap gartebelt she struggled to get the hose up but. It seemed like a good plan, with plenty of time to get back and get dressed for my 2pm rendezvous with Joan.I walked out past the pool, past the surprisingly busy outdoor bar, to the warm sand of the beach. It felt so good between my toes, and the warm, salty sea-breeze felt good in my lungs. I wondered who all the people were, the drinkers at the bar and the s**ttered sun-worshipers there on the sand. Conventioneers skipping out, like I was? I'm sure it happens a lot, even though I'd never. Those glorious sculptures of womanly perfection; her ten endlessly enticing dancing digits. My kryptonite.I don't where it came from, that most shocking of desires. I don't even remember how it started. All I know is that, in the boiling cauldron of my nascent sexuality, all sordid fantasies began at the tips of Laura's perfect toes. I'd lost count of the times I'd thought of those delicious treats as I played with myself in the dead of night, shuddering to a climax at the thought of pressing.