Close to the crack were two big brick red splotches, and I could see little red rays coming out from the side of each one. I knew these were marks fro... the cane. On my right side I noticed a darker bluish-black area and now I could see what was causing this. The cane was bending when it cut me and the tip was hitting me causing bruising in this area.I felt his hands removing the restraints from my back and then my legs. Then he was in front of me and as he bent down I could see his face. For. I desperately wanted Diane right now. As if sensing my situation she raised her head and looked directly at me and smiled. Her hand movements had slowed and I knew she was about to explode in an intense orgasm. She always slowed her actions prior to cumming hard and fast and today was no exception. Suddenly, her hand began frantically moving inside her, she arched her back and collapsed into the chair.I stood there, watching like a voyeur, as her chest heaved up and down while her hands fell to. At these parties, everyone dresses down when you get there. For the guys, that means nude or underwear. For the ladies, nude, underwear or at least something sexy. Steve (the host) can be a bit lax in enforcing his policy with the ladies, but it works. That will become clear later on. I've been going to these parties for a little over a year now, and they range from OK to amazing. This past party would have to qualify as amazing.I try to get there fairly early because you never know who will. The pillows were plumped and carefully arranged. My guess was that no one besides the maid had been in there for ages. Sam’s room was a different story. Clothes were draped over a chair. Papers littered the desk and a knapsack spilled half its contents beside the bed. Well, hello Sam, my mind mused ... here for a visit?Nosey, I started poking around. The stacks of paper on top of the desk were scripts.“Oh, right,” I muttered out loud. Reaching way back in my memory banks I had a vague.