“Would the partygoers be entitled to touch me?” she asked.
“That would be the subject of negotiation between you and me. We could work it anyway with which you feel comfortable—no touching, touching only above the waist, touching limited to above the waist and ass, touching anywhere but no penetration. Touching aside, does the idea appeal to your exhibitionistic side?” Peter inquired.
“That is so hot, Master! I’ll have to consider the touching issue, but otherwise I’m in. I would love being exposed and displaying my body—which, by the way, you called exquisite—for others. It’s what I like about the beach.”
Peter stood and took Caile’s hand. “I think I might have something which will heighten the experience. Please come,” he said.
Peter’s home was an odd one, Caile thought, a Victorian
