..............................In the now lit up basement, I saw infront of me what my Mistress Chrissy had prepared... A torture rack! It looked like ... normal long wooden table with leather wrist/ankle restraints at the top and bottom of it and a wheel at the top which, when rotated, tightens and constricts the chain attached to the restraints, causing the stretching out of the victim's body, that victim soon being me! I don't know how I've never noticed her setting that up in the basement. ) After that, it was pretty random for the next three hours, without much attempt to synchronize orgasms. It wasn’t really necessary; with all those people getting wanked, it was inevitable that somebody would be cumming at the same time I was. In my refractory periods, there were plenty of people to watch. Cocks jizzing, women squirting, faces contorted in the throes of orgasm ... it was every bit as erotic as Kim had said it was.The images of my fellow clients stayed on the ceiling instead of. ?Good bitches? I said continuing ?Now fuck each others cunts?They hesitated signalling a tap on the old cunts shoulder again. She got up and repeated her earlier kicking of each cunt before returning to kneel at me.The look of glee on her face was a sign she was enjoying it, the perverted old cunt ‘I thought’Almost immediately they began to finger each others cunt. No foreplay as such just straight in, although their cunts were both wet through anyway.I saw the younger one shuffle further down,. Next I fumbled with her shoes as she took off her bra. The flurry of activity only took several seconds. When my task was completed, I sat up and worked on my own shoes then my pants. By the time I was only in my underwear, Karly was naked and up on her hands and knees. She faced the headboard and the large waterfall picture on that wall. My cock throbbed hard and repetitively which unexpectedly made it more difficult to remove my underwear.I stared at Karly's little pink cunt lips. How long I.