The comments from the guests are getting rude, some degrading, others embarrassing. Leaving me panting after a bit, you remove your fingers. I bow my ...ead, growing tired. Then, my head jolts up and I begin to thrash about as I feel your fingers between my still sore ass cheeks. Your fingers wet with lube, you massage my hole, gently pressing inside with first one finger, then another. I feel a bit of lube drizzle down my crack as you prepare my asshole. Inserting a third finger, I tense, still. The sounds of the room buoyed respectively with each new fire-goer. Quiet in anticipation, loud again when the snaking of the fire was ended. A woman sat next to me on the couch and we began talking. The couple drinks that I had were affecting me now, and the fire play and the overall excitement of the event had left some wetness in my panties. We continued talking, and a few short moments later, she asked to kiss me. We began slowly, erotically. Her hands explored my neck, my body. I wrapped. Relaxing in the bath, I watched as Liz began to remove her clothes. She sat on the edge of the bath, spread her legs, exposing her beautiful shaved pussy. She was wet and excited. With her left hand she began carressing her firm tit and tugging on her erect nipples. The right hand began sliding between her legs and felt the wetness between her lips. Her finger slipped inside her and she let out a loud moan. Fingering herself several times, she then pulled her finger out and slid it into my. He saw there a bedroom that was set up as a bondage parlor. A very kinky one…He had set a camera there and he had recorded some stuff for me.As I got home, Anita had gone out with her girlfriend Helena; so I had plenty time to check out that recorded tape. I put it in the machine.The walls of the room were painted black and red. I noticed various bondage devices, as whips, handcuffs, ropes and chains, hanging on the walls. Also there was a small couch and a large four post bed with ropes.