She had to admit, it had taken some doing on his part to get her to participate that first time in the swapping thing that was so popular now but after the first time she hadn't complained about going to the meetings again. In fact, she rather looked forward to these little twice-monthly affairs now and planned her whole schedule around them. She absolutely made certain she had an easy day before the meetings so that she wouldn't be too tired to give her best. She even made Harry come home early from the office to rest up and take a nap so he, too, would be prepared for the long exacting evening.

"Oooohhh," she moaned suddenly as her mind returned to reality. Harry's hand had reached her buttocks again and he had run the tips of his fingers feather-like down the full length of the soft-white crevice sending chills of sensation rippling across her skin. "Are you crazy, man? You want to be eaten alive?"

"Eaten, yes baby, but not alive," he joked, twitching his fingers again into the slightly squirming crevice. "But don't get impatient, we'll come to that."

"Well, you just stop it and get me another drink. We've got some planning to do. You've gotten me all excited over our new victims and I want to hear your bright little plan to bridge this social gap you think exists."

"Just don't you worry, my little pet, I've got it all figured. Been thinking about it since that punk gave me the old brush-off yesterday. I think we might even be able to work it so they'll be our little donation to the club. You know we're due to cough up another couple next month and we haven't even started on it yet."

"That's right," Marsha frowned. "It is our turn. Has it been three months since we brought in Sue and Charley?"

"It sure has and you know the rules, bring in a couple every three months or you're out for good. We haven't been working on it. Here, give me your glass and let me fill it while I lay out the plan for you."