She bent over to step into the black bikini and a couple of men caught a nice view of her bare round breasts…Then she pulled the curtain wide open a...d showed me the new swimsuit. I said to her how well it showed off her body, but she said the fit was wrong.She pulled the curtain closed again and turned her back to me in order to try on the last one, a green lime bikini. This time she did not even get the curtain shut as far as before. Other guys were getting an eyeful watching my wife get naked. Uska mood kuch aacha hua to usne kaha k sir aap mujhe bht aache lgte ho.Maine kaha mujhe bhi.N yu hi baat hoti rhi.Agle din subah unka gud mrng ka and sath me lovv you ka msg aaya. Mujhe b bht aacha lga and maine lovv u2 likh diya.Phir m class gya to wo kya bn k aayi yaaro.Fit tight patiyala suit blue colour ka.Boobs aise ho rhe jaise bra faad k bhar aa jaynge.Wo class me meri traph dekh k muskura rhi thi.Saam ko phir unka msg aaya k may I call you sir.Maine yes kaha and uska phn aaya.Wo sarma. That light barely spreading into the dark and horrific looking holding cells of this hidden away and currently empty, flesh trading centre.Mixed in with the constant ‘drip, drip, drip’ are the muffled whimpers of Mikayla, her body dancing on the balls of her feet. She is trying her best to hold off the agony that comes from the metal hook like device impaled up in her young abused sex.She has spent over twelve hours down here, alone, frightened and in excruciating discomfort. The sadistic men. Strip and get over the whipping bench," ordered Martha, "You won't be shackled because I'm not a customer. You will count each stroke. You won't move or try to get up until you are told that you may. Do you understand?" Yes, Madame," said a very frightened Jacqui, quietly.She quickly slipped off her overalls and lay over the whipping bench. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the agony to come when she saw the actual birch cane in Martha's hand."Yes, this one really hurts," said Martha, "You.