But I just wouldn't listen. I guess my ego got the best of me and I completely ignored his warnings AND his words. It wasn't until after the pretend w...as over that I finally understood what he'd been trying to tell me." He looks up the second she starts to speak, "Oh god you were raped. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything. I didn't mean to make." I wasn't raped. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. Well... sort of. I mean I knew that I would be having sex with a man. I just didn't. Mom said we already showed our ass (metaphorically) once by misbehaving so the damage was done and now we’d have to face the consequences of our mischief. She told them since we are sluts who like to show off our bodies the only way to really do that is with our panties around our ankles and over her knee not in control of the show, Sir”Marlene had apparently made a comment during the shopping trip about how she also couldn’t get Victoria to do anything and that she generally wore six layers of. I'd been talking to a couple on line for months and we'd really hit it off - made a really strong connection. They had fantasised for a long time about inviting in a third. As is often the case, he was more into the idea than she was but slowly her mind had been turned and they'd set up an account on a swinging site in the UK, which is where I was living at the time. She initiated the contact with me one lunch time while I was idly browsing the site at the office. That evening we chatted some. ‘It is beautiful up here don’t you think?’ ‘Yes, it is. I cannot imagine being anywhere but with you right here in this spot.’ You snuggle closer, unbutton the first three buttons of my shirt and begin toying with my chest. You like the feel of the hair on my chest and love to run your fingers through it. You place your hand over my heart and feel it beating and then you lay your ear down on my chest and listen to the steady thump, thump, thump. ‘Your heart rate is up. Does that mean you are.