All of the guests began to ascend the stairs towards the Upper Floor. […] We were told to help ourselves to Red Wine, White Wine or Champagne. […] Shelly said that it was her understanding that the guests could participate if they so chose. She said that she had no interest in joining in, she just wanted to watch. Suddenly, I became very aware that this was an actual porn shoot and we were all extras.

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People were not really interested in the food, they were interested in the torture part. Peter [Ackworth] our handsome host told us all that since her hands were free we should feel free to fill them with a cock or a vagina. Well you didn’t have to tell Shelly the housewife from Philly twice. She quickly stood up lifted her dress up and had Chloe get her off with her fingers. So much for not participating I guess. I noticed that these events fall into the category of mob mentality after awhile. Most people on their own would probably not be able to just jump right in, but when you have a table full of people all doing it suddenly you feel brave.

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The guests were getting more and more into the physical torture. Whatever hesitation they may have had wore off. Nobody seemed to have a problem getting rougher and rougher and rougher.

We took a short break while we awaited the third course which was beef. We all went out to the smoking area and began to chit-chat. The mood of the guests was much different now. We were not shy anymore, not by a long shot. First of all we were all pretty fucking drunk, which always makes things a bit more comfortable.

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It all escalated so quickly.

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I realized that my entire participation in this event was when I smacked Chloe a couple of times with a riding crop. Mind you I did this with the husband of the pianist because we figured there was safety in numbers. We were both a little shy about taking a whack at her, but again, due to the fact that we grouped together, we both got into it more and more.

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At this point I realized just how drunk I was, just how late it was and that I needed to scoot. I missed out on the money shot as they say in the industry. I slipped out of the room quickly and quietly without disrupting the scene. I put my coat on descended the stairs and headed out into the San Francisco night.