We almost lost our virginities to each other as well, but we chickened out for whatever reason.I'd found some old Playboys my dad had stored away when...we were around twelve or thirteen, and we were going up into the hot sweaty attic one summer afternoon to look at them. I was nervous as hell, afraid we'd get caught. She insisted she wanted to see them, so I decided to take the risk.I opened the trunk and moved an old sweater aside. Beneath it were stacks and stacks of porn magazines in varying. Thrilling a little, ashamedly, she would pull the whip off the wall and stretch it to its full length, massaging oil into the leather. The leather braid grew darker as she rubbed the oil in, making it more supple by her ministrations. Keeping it ready.The master didn't use the whip often, which is why it required these weekly attentions. But regular attention had the dual purpose of also keeping her focused on the instrument of her punishment, should she choose to disobey. Disobedience was. Tea was ready to be served. He left me as I poured it. We both drank the tea in the same mug. We both glued our eyes to each other, like new lovers. I had not felt such attraction even to my husband. He removed my saree, bit by bit and moment by moment. His hands went about my body, touching me in parts which were not touched by anyone.Normally, foreigners would pull away my clothes; remove their clothes and push their cocks inside my soft pussy. The only thing they found pleasure was in biting. The two of them then watched the three men continue their taking of Janice’s body. After about two hours the men were spent and along with Terry they left. Wayne looked at Janice her head was back her mouth wide open, her legs and arms spread just as the men had left her. Wayne could see cum leaking out of her and her face was covered in it.Wayne played with Janice’s tits and took advantage of her open mouth, dipping his erection between her lips. Then changed his attention to her cunt he.