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Sunday night arrived in the blink of an eye. If Penny had had her way, she’d put at least a week’s worth of time between Saturday and Sunday. Even with all the preparations, she didn’t feel like she was ready in the slightest. The “party,” as Angelo had so loosely described it, was an event happening at a club he liked to frequent. A b**m club. With b**m things. Most of which Penny hadn’t even heard of. It certainly would have been useful to have her computer to research such terms as “C&BT,” “pegging,” “edge play,” “cuckolds,” and so on. Fortunately, Angelo answered all of her questions in no uncertain terms. Leading up to the event, Angelo verified a few times whether or not Penny was interested in going. She could only conclude that her nerves were showing.
She wanted to go. T
