It was hard to get any privacy since a single bunk might need to accomdate three prisoners at a time but I turned over onto my side and stroked my coc... rigorously. I had to be careful not to wake my neighbor and tried to minimize any excessive body movements. Exhaustion and lack of real nuitrition made such body functions frustratingly difficult. I am sure that I was not the only person in the camp who indulged in this activity. I could not even close my eyes so that I might conjure a fantasy I. I’m gonna bring the others from the office over to fuck you in front of your husband. Hubby’s gonna watch his wife become Jasmine’s personal whore. Now get your cunt over here and beg for a good fucking”I sat in shock as I watched my complete stranger of a wife start begging to be fucked.“Please fuck me master Jasmine. Please fuck me in front of my husband. Show him how much more of a man you are. Show him how a woman is really supposed to be fucked”“Fine slut, climb on top of me”My wife purred. It’s a chair with 2 long iron pipes that extend from the arm rest. Patel sat down on the chair. He asked Ravi to bring Riya. Ravi made her stand in front of Patel so that she has to spread her legs wide because of the iron pipes in between her legs. "Riya bent down and show me your nipples. A hard pinch to your nipples will be a good start for your punishments." Riya bent down and showed her nipples to Patel. Patel grabbed her nipples with both hands and started pinching it hard. Riya started. . p-pleeeee... eease...” Quentin Osman smiled a slow smile. It was a wonderful moment for him. One that emphasised his supreme power over both women. He was the arbiter of their fate; he it was who had the ultimate yea or nay. “It’s alright, my dear Melissa,” he said. “It won’t be like that. In fact, it will be the other way around!” Melissa looked at him dumbly. Rather like Julia had done. Uncomprehendingly. “W-What... oh w-what... ?” she began. Then she buried her face in her hands and sobbed.