Remember I said yesterday that I’d been invited to a private swingers party? All in all, a good time was had by everyone but there was an episode that almost ruined it.

A bloke brought his camera phone, and I was rudely interrupted from a lusty session with another girl when he started taking photos of us!

If swinging is about anything, it’s about privacy and respect. I can’t imagine a more obnoxious way of ignoring that than by whipping out a camera phone and clicking away as though you were on Brighton Beach!

“What the bloody Hell do you think you’re doing?” my new girlfriend screamed at him.

With an idiotic grin on his face, the stupid git answered “Relax luv, I’m just taking a few snaps to remember the moment by.”

“Leroy!” (not his real name) she yelled. Cecil being the hosts brother-in-law and a professional bouncer.

‘Leroy’ appeared out of nowhere, about 9 foot tall and spitting mad.

“‘ERE YOU!” he roared, grabbing him by the shoulder, “THERE’S NO BLOODY CAMERAS IN ‘ERE!”

He was tossed out on his arse to a round of applause and won’t be returning. Ever.

Photos may be fine for private sessions with consenting partners, but they have no place in an open swingers environment.

Consider yourselves warned.

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