As we made our way up the stairs to the private "red and white" party, my heart started beating faster, not because of the trek up the stairs, but bec...use of the swinger's party we had managed to slip into. The erotic music playing in the background was becoming louder as we got closer to the rooftop overlooking the Mile High City skyline. The lights of the city twinkling in the background provided an amazing backdrop to the 80 degree evening.My first sight upon reaching the rooftop was a. My mind might have been exaggerating it a bit because of how humiliated I felt, but as soon as I stepped out of my building it felt as if all the people I passed had their eyes on me. The fact that I still wasn't experienced enough walking in heels to be able to do it confidently made the trip to the subway station feel as though it were taking forever, even though it was actually a mere two blocks.The only seat I could find free was facing the doors. I did my best to tug my criminally tiny. I stopped before he could and began removing my lingerie. "Everythings in my purse." He didn't say anything, he just picked me up, sat down on his computer chair, and positioned my legs over the arms of the chair. Then he leaned over and grabbed my bag. He started digging into it, pulling out everything I got. He laid at the things out on the computer desk, and set my purse off to the side. He picked up the handcuffs first and pulled my hands behind my back, bonding me with them. I bit my lip. I licked and sucked at her tongue. My thumbs teased at her nipples while my sexual appendage rolled through her vaginal hills. She was about to pass out. Her second orgasm came strong. I had to clamp my lips over hers to muffle her screams and moans. This time, the squeezing tissue walls of her tunnel pouring massive amounts of liquid onto my penis got to me. Her reproductive organ’s spasming muscles brought back memories of the tight squeezing world of penetrating her for the first time.