A few were taken at a nudist resort's but there were two that looked like they had been taken at a swinger’s party. She would copy them and we could...look and see if they were the couples we were suspecting. They were poor quality, and obviously taken from a hidden camera in a house she told me. The next day Sam and I arranged to meet and view the CD’s. It was easy to recognise a few of them. It was also very plain to see they were all naked and having sex openly in a party like atmosphere.. The sensitivity was fading; she could touch herself again. She slowly stroked herself, amazed at the wetness. She did not masturbate often, and it had never been like this before.Was that an orgasm? She had thought she had had orgasms before, but evidently not. It was incredible. Maybe she was really missing out on something, saving herself for marriage. She thought that it would be wonderful to do that for real.Suddenly, she went chill. "For real" would be with another woman. It all fell into. ”She yanked on the manacles, her dark hair flying, her shapely ass shaking back and forth. This was how you dominated. You had to be in control. A dominant wasn’t someone that overpowered a person physically. It wasn’t someone who raged and shouted and inflicted pain. No, a dominant projected power. Calm, authoritative power.And the submissive responds to dominance with surrender.“You can’t leave me like this,” she said. “You have to free me.”“Why should I free you?” I paused, rolling a sticky. " I take it you like them then. Then, prove it and make me cum by playing, biting and kissing the fuckers." Of course, like most men, I didn't have to be asked twice. My mouth and hands were all over those wonderful g****fruits. As one hand caressed one tit lightly the other might be twisting the hell out of the second one while I sucked and bit wildly from one boob to the other boob."Hey, let's go to the other room and I'll show you what those great titties really need." What do they really.