However, we could still was our faces, brush our teeth, etc. Both of us had to take a step back as I opened the bathroom door. Not that anything was u...pleasant per se, but it was definitely unexpected. Two things jumped out at us immediately. The first and most obvious thing was the strong stench of pee that seemed to pour up our noses. We had kind of expected that, though not as strongly as it was. The second thing was a wave of hot air hit us hard. Now, the way my apartment works, I don’t. Once I reached the stairs ascending to the palace, I leapt, taking two steps at a time, until I was at the top.I leaned on the pillar, next to the stairs. I buried my forehead onto my arm, exhaling deep, striving to catch my breath. A pat on my shoulder than an unfamiliar male voice said, “Getting ready for the London Marathon, mate.” The group of people he was with, chuckled at his comment. They continued, towards the direction the crowds were going.When my breathing was stable, I looked. Initially we just did the usual things girls do together on a non sexual basis. Around a month ago we were having a general chat and the subject of masturbation came up (again). Jo knows about my large appetite for orgasms and that I am quite loud. Normally we sleep in separate rooms but that does not keep the sound out very well. She also told me she masturbates quite often, not as much as me. As a result of this discussion we decided to masturbate in my lounge. As we had not prepared anything. Each and every one pulling on her tormented skin. She could only whimper as she endured further suffering and starvation. When they were done, they took the pliers and pinched her nipples and pussy, torturing her so as to make her struggle...they jerked themselves off to it, and left her dangling there...in utter agony and despair.The next morning, she was fed and bathed and done up beautifully...her rashes soothed by creams and lotions. All this for her permanent position; to satisfy the.