I was getting off at watching him lapping and biting my nipples, knowing his cock was hard and then he slipped his fingers inside me...first dipping i...n and out until his two fingers were covered in my creaminess "Oh god yeah finger my pussy, please sir...mmmm fuck yes".He worked his fingers up inside me switching from going deep to rubbing against the front of my vagina wall. "Oh you are a dirty bitch see how fucking wet you are...you want me to finger fuck you?" I could not believe he was. She was in his life and was in love with him, he knew that, as he was in love with her, he wondered about his responsibility to her for her future happiness.Could she be happy in their isolated life? Well they had discussed it before, but the problem did not recede for the talking about it. He knew she was certain that her love for him was all that mattered, and the place or situation she was in was very much secondary to that. Women were like that, he thought, they were person- rather than. I collapse into the chair and relieve myself of my wet clothes. Slowly peeling them off to dry myself out. As I sit there with the heat of the fire on my bare skin I can hear the wind blowing outside and I know I am alone on the hill. I watch the flames as they lick at the dry wood and consume it with a lustful greed. I must have fallen asleep because when I open my eyes the fire is low and there is someone else here. I feel him before I see him. I look down and there is a man sitting on the. "I have to go for a bit, but take the tour and hang onto this," he handed me a badge marked VIP Participant, with his mark on it, "It will get you into some of the more interesting of places, and be sure to join in the action if you get invited." I agreed and thought nothing more of it. The gallery covered many rooms on three floors. The highest floor was marked with a sign for "Adults or VIP badge holders only." The guard at the entryway shook his head at seeing my badge, and commented to his.