I laid there for a little longer, my pussy was still wet, I needed to cum but my fingers weren’t cutting it.I could hear him in the bathroom, pacing...back and forth, and then finally I heard the water turn on for his shower. I got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom, I knew what I was about to get myself into but I couldn’t help myself. I opened the door as he stood there waiting for his water to get hot, dick still rock hard and he was stroking it, still holding on to the panties he stole. The black-painted basement was made of concrete with all kinds of small corridors and rooms. There were several sex furniture items in some of the rooms, and in a somewhat larger room, 3 slings were lined up. It was busy with half-naked men who groped us horny as we walked past. It smelled like piss, weed, leather and sperm. It was pretty exciting. We watched a group of fucking men. They gestured us to join them, but we walked back upstairs.From there we walked into the manor house. And looked. I kept grinding against her, but I moved my hands – one reached up her shirt and the other went down between her legs, searching for her clit through her pants. I kneaded her breasts through her bra. They were small but round, firm and, I’d wager, beautiful. I wanted to see those tits so badly, but there was no way… I couldn’t believe I was getting away with this much! I rubbed two fingers against her erect little button, fast and firm but not too hard. Her breath came faster and faster. I. " That's alright Sweetypie, just don't forget in future."With these admonishments ringing in our ears we minced urgently away tocomplete our ablutions. That first morning, we had the whole dormitoryshowers and toilets to ourselves so we soon completed our duties andreturned to our bedroom to get dressed. Of course, we had forgotten totake our stockings, suspender belts, pantalets and day corsets with usto the bathroom so we had to slip across the landing and up the stairsnaked. Fortunately.