"The oil." "What!" "Hot oil. It gets dribbled into the welt." "You can't do that!... "I've already decided. You'll have to brace yourself." "Please! No!" "It's from China. I don't know what's in it, but you won't believe the pain." "Please!" Lisa's muscles tensed as her teacher daubed oil onto a silk scarf. Her body. Right on cue, I got up and left the room. In less than a minute, I had reappeared – with Navya’s cotton grey yoga pants. “Put this on,” I commanded. “Wait, but wh-?” “Eliza, I’m holding this bitch, you make her wear this” I said throwing the crumpled up piece at her. It was endgame time. The next second I had grabbed hold of Navya’s hands and was half-hugging her from the behind while Eliza pulled the yoga pants up, past Navya’s legs, the knees, only to fit perfectly with the thighs. Navya. She locked her lips against his again and gently pushed her tongue in and danced it around with his, he groaned and slid his hands around her front and groped her chest. Alice couldn’t believe this was happening but she was relishing it. She reached down and began to rub her hand on his cock, and groaned at the bulge that filled her hand completely. She slowly tried to undo his pants, trying not to overstep boundaries when he reached down and finished it for her. When he dropped his boxers. The sound of a woman moaning was far too loud and soon I was able to see a blonde getting eaten out by an older, fat guy. The floor was sticky like barrels of soda had been poured over it while the place smelled like a gym bag. Soon my eyes adjusted to the lack of light and I saw two other men in the theater. Both a couple of rows up and separated by two seats. I decided I’d like to sit at the back so I began to walk up the steps. When I got to the row with the other patrons I noticed the man.