The second week they shared the room Nicolette woke to hear Tiffany moaning quietly. “Are you ok Tiff?” Nicolette asked and then realised what the...moaning sounds meant. She was masturbating. Nicolette got out of bed and went to Tiffany. Nicolette was no stranger to “assisting” girls to get their pleasure. “Let me help you and you can help me” whispered Nicolette.For a couple of weeks it became a nightly ritual. Both girls would engage in mutual masturbation. One night, in the height of ecstasy,. As he slid his meat in he rang a number on his phone,"Talk. Exactly what I told you to say,"A male voice answered on the other end, Kanchan was gasping slightly as the cock pushed further into her pussy. She might as well do as he says, perhaps it would take her mind off the fact that a modestly unattractive old man with quite a beer belly, was shoving his prick into her love-hole."Oh..mmm.. I'm being fucked by Ramesh," she whispered in a husky voice to the man on the other end."Big Ramesh,". His shaved chest was bare showing off his muscles. He approached the stage. Olga took a cat out of the chest and showed it to me. It was a real torture instrument; the hide strips hung ominously from its business end were not the soft cabretta or even velvet found for sale in adult toy stores. My eyes opened wide on seeing this; this thing could maim if used carelessly. Had it been anyone else wielding the whip, but Brett or Olga I would probably have cut Lynette out of her bindings right then. It wasn't long before he asked if I really wanted to go ahead with this. I stood up and he followed me to the bedroom. I slipped off the dress I was wearing and stood in front of him with a black lace corset and black stockings and suspenders. Thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. His arousal was driving me crazy and I was already wet. Ben took of his clothes and stood in front of me naked. He moved to touch me and I told him to wait. I got down in my knees and looked up.