“It will be the most incredible night of your life. You will be the center of everyone’s attention and love every minute of it.” Fran’s description of my imminent private swing club initiation had me trembling and feeling the heat radiating from my throbbing cunt. This was going to be a night to remember for the rest of my life.

At six-thirty precisely, Teddy, the doorman, called up on the intercom that my limousine was waiting. And he gave me a long, low whistle as I strode past, accustomed as he was to seeing me dressed for work. Tonight, I was dressed to kill. My long blonde hair was pinned up loosely. I had sparingly scented myself with my sexiest perfume at my throat, between my breasts and between my legs, so that I was cloaked in a sensuous musk cocoon. And dressed in my slinkiest black silk... Read More