The floor was bare concrete with a center drain. There were various styled wood and metal stocks along the walls with eyelets, hooks, chains and cuffs... The center of the room contained a polished wood mechanical table with leg and arm extensions fitted with restraints. An industrial stainless steel sink was mounted in a corner. Some cabinets and drawers contained cuffs, collars, chains, free restraints, scissors, knives and other implements. The room smelled wet and musty. There was a simple. ”Saying this Mercy madam grasped my body and smooched me. She sucked my upper and lower lips with juicy slurpy sounds and the men clapped at that.After sometime, She stopped and licked the saliva lines in between our lips. She spoke “Now lets start with the men”“Niya, the man in the right is Pravin, 33 years old and married. He is a businessman and the boss of my ex husband.” I looked at her and she had that mischievous smile. “Now you can guess why I divorced. He saw me splashing Pravin’s love. She nodded and smiled approvingly before turning, stepping out the door, and closing it quietly behind her. Minutes ticked by, and they seemed so much longer without her presence. Those ten minutes felt closer to thirty. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I heard her footsteps, high heels clicking, and then the door opening. She stepped through the door, and down the two stairs. She sat on the massage table with her hands around the cup in her lap. "Not much of a puddle yet, is there? That's. We could both feel the physical attraction between us. Our eyes locked a couple of times and her body language was open and inviting."Why don't you put your feet on my lap so I can remove your boots" I requested. She looked surprised but did as I asked. "That's quite the shit eating grin you have," she commented as I slowly removed her boots so as not to be noticed.Rubbing my half hard cock with her feet, we talked about how her husband is fine with her sleeping with other men. She told me how.