Males wear a simple, plain coloured boxers-short without visible brand signs. Females wear simple, plain coloured lingerie without visible brand signs or recognizable brand shape. The free provided half-face mask is a requirement, even when undressed. The mask may be replaced by another comparable item to match a specific outfit, like bondage gear. The third part of this code seemed strange to tits me, I couldn't help but think about communism. However, in the club, it presumably works great. Everyone feels comfortable and unrestrained (unless one is restrained in a bondage play I guess). Another odd thing is that you don't pay entrance, the entrance and membership are free. It must be affordable to everyone, not just the wealthy. The club is apparently owned by a very rich, but anonymous guy. Eventually, the club is funded partially on voluntary donations of it's members that can afford it. Of course in the e-mails, they kindly asked for a donation, which we did of course. By the way bragging about money and showing-off is apparently highly inappropriate, which seems great to me. Having money, a phone or other items on you in the club isn't even allowed, drinks and food are included. And now two weeks later, chubby here we are, in front of what must be "The Club". It doesn't vibrator look like anything I had in mind. It's just a rusty metal door in a back-alley of an industrial zone, but the address is correct. We look at each-other and walk to the door, where without a bell, there's no other option than to knock. A strange though excited feeling runs trough my body. A muscular doorman opens the door, looks at us, welcomes us, and lets us in. We walk down the stairs to the reception desk cock where a woman check us in. When we've checked-in, style we are directed to the dressing-rooms to take a shower and change. The small but luxurious two-person dressing-rooms each have a private shower. We pick a dressing-room and take a shower. I feel incredibly nervous, and I can see even Sophie is, and that is quite exceptional. The idea of what we're about to do excites me, I already have a hard-on, Sophie gently jerks my dick under the shower while she nervously smiles at me. After the shower, we change. We only dress up in our underwear and strap on a face mask the woman handed out to us. This looks a bit like a Venetian mask, but made out of soft black fabric. We also pick a colour-coded bracelet from a jar. The function has been explained to us. The colours represents your sexual orientation and preferences. I see an image of Hoola nude on the bed beside me, lying tits on her back screwing Gork with almost desperate passion. My wife said "raj, I told you not to cum in me, you raped me and you probably cock knocked me up. style It was time. She did have a cute ass. Ronja lay plastered to the table, still to taken by vibrator the climax to move. “Oh my god! She was also breathing chubby hard. Her cunt, mind and brain were on total fire.
“You’re not horny?” “Mmmm getting warmed up, maybe” I joked. The drinks were letting me be loose. “If I was horny,” I continued. “I would do chubby something like this.” And I pulled her body with me as we rolled onto my style back. She giggled more as vibrator I helped (or maybe forced) her to a sitting position, sitting on my big Johnson. “And if I was totally horny, I would do this...” I grabbed her T-shirt with both hands, gripping the hem. I began slowly lifting it up. She stared into my eyes as the bunched up shirt reached just below tits her breasts. I paused for a second as her arms were in the way. We looked at each other for another moment that lasted a couple seconds and a lifetime… and she raised her arms up. I lifted her shirt up more, and saw my first ever, live and in-person tits. I stopped and stared. B-cups, she told me later. Perfectly shaped, swooping from her chest to lovely points. Her cock luscious pink nipples were surrounded by perfect areolas, also light pinkish. I couldn't stop. I switched over to her vibrator father. Her face twisted tits in pleasure. “I'm going to breed chubby your wife, cock Maurice!” I gasped. She felt a style small amount if disgust at this realization, but it was overwhelmed by the tingling sensation in her vagina.
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