- Show us your skills! - Filed the voice of Angela, who herself was already sitting on pins and needles.
But the blonde continued to stand motionless, trying to bring her intoxicating thoughts in order and sort out her own sensations. Suddenly, Eugene cast her voice. She went behind her friend, whose humiliation seemed endless, and put her hands on her shoulders.
- Arina we are very shy and will not do anything without an extra incentive.
Of course, Eugene hinted at blackmail and painful physical effects. She has already managed to imagine how heartily slashing naughty blonde on the cheeks. But for rich ladies, only money has long been the main incentive in everything.
- Here is how! - Angela exclaimed, fascinated by her own thoughts. - Well, let's stimulate the girl!

She reached for her own purse, and after a second Luda repeated the same movement. Knowing that only cash is accepted in the sauna, women took a certain amount of money from the cards. Both men were interested to observe everything that happened, but did not rush to intervene in the play unfolding before them. Taking out the smallest bill from her wallet, which she had, Angela put five hundred rubles on the table. Looking around the entire space in front of her, she picked up the chain from the nipple clamps with her finger and threw it to the other end of the table.
- Zhenya, be kind, put your object on the tits of your girlfriend.
- I think Arina’s nipples are still sore after the previous wearing of these clamps, but once again it’s good ... - Pleased with what’s happening no less than everyone else, Zhenya caught the device and approached Arina. Adrenaline inflamed drunken woman more and more.

The blonde, in turn, could not utter a sound, impressed, in addition to all the humiliations, by the fact that now she is also being sold. She only took a small step back when the predatory mouth of the device approached her breast. Zhenya rudely put her hands down and, pulling the aching nipple with two fingers, put a clip on him. After a couple of seconds, Arina’s second nipple suffered the same fate. From pain and resentment, the woman squeezed her eyes with power, but the eyes of all those present were focused on her neat chest topped with a new ornament. A member of Dima, impressively lounging on the couch, immediately began to show signs of interest. However, all those present were already intrigued. Having caught the excitement, Lyudmila looked around the surrounding area, grabbed her wallet and, running her finger over the bill, said:
- Go here!
Arina still didn’t move, so Zhenya, who chose the role of supervisor of orders execution, weighed a heavy slap on the victim’s tense priest and screamed.
- Forward!

Arina took a few uncertain steps towards Lyudmila and stopped half a meter from her. Luda put her hand behind her back and took one of the five "on-duty" bags of cheap tea from the window sill.
- Lean down!
After a couple of seconds, Arina hesitantly leaned toward the woman, from which the chain between the clamps got unstuck from her body. Everyone around interestedly watched what was happening, trying to guess what Lyudmila was thinking. Without becoming time-consuming, she wrapped the thread from the bag around the chain and added:
- Make me some tea. - With these words, she put a thousand rubles on the table next to him.
Inspired by the audience smiled, mentally respecting the imagination of a woman. But then all the attention of those present again focused on the reaction of Arina.She hesitated, but suddenly sobbed, trying not to cry out loud at her disgrace, but still she restrained herself and, going to the window, pressed the button of the electric kettle. He almost immediately made a noise, drowning out the rare sobs of humiliation.

- In her ass you can fuck? - Dima asked busily.
- Sure why not? - Zhenya was inspired even more.
- Do not ... - Came the unexpected voice of Arina.
- And you do not ask! - Angela expressed a general, unspoken decision.
Arina apparently didn’t react to this, only obediently taking a cup from the window sill and placing it on the table. Zhenya, ready to whip her up with another slap, was genuinely surprised that she did not have to do this.
When the kettle turned off automatically, the woman reached out to him with both hands tied together. In complete silence, she gently poured boiling water into the cup, after which, knowing perfectly well what was expected of her, she tried to lean over her.
- Stop. Get on the table on all fours. - Lyudmila herself moved the cup to the very middle.

Being a meter away from all those present, Arina was wildly embarrassed to look someone in the eye. She was afraid that any mocking glance could provoke her and she could become loud in the full voice of the shame experienced. Awkwardly brushing a pair of phaloimmiters on the floor, she nevertheless climbed onto the table, hanging her breast over the treasured cup.
- Well, what are you waiting for? - Ludmila overtook her. - Bend over.
Arina really bent, automatically pulling out her round ass even stronger. From this one action, Sasha’s member finally rose, demonstrating that his master approves what he saw.
Not getting into the cup the first time, Arina still hit the target, instantly feeling her nipples as the tea bag was heavy with the water absorbed in it. Without unnecessary orders, she dipped the bag into the cup several times. It may seem a little ridiculous from the outside, but no one thought to laugh at what they saw. Excitement and excitement swept all those present.

The men were already ready to seize it right on the table, under the gaze of the others, but so far they have restrained themselves. Lyudmila did not regret at all the thousands spent on the spectacle, and Angela thought frantically how to mock at her turn at this obedient rag, which continued its occupation waiting for the team to finish it. Zhenya went to Arina from behind and already with the usual movement for herself roughly inserted two fingers into her vagina. She paused fearfully and held her breath until her domino left her bosom. Like last time, a viscous thread of grease stretched behind my fingers. This sight impressed everyone.
- Enough. - Finally, cast Ludmila. - Get up.
Rising from the table, Arina completely forgot about the fact that she has a hot bag dangling on her chest. As soon as he touched the delicate skin on her stomach, the woman sighed ridiculously and leaned forward again, splashing the table with several large drops of tea. Resourceful Ludmila again reacted to this faster than all. She herself took the bag off the chain and, throwing the crumpled fifty dollars on the table, it was unclear how she found herself in her wallet, ordered:

- Lick!
Arina felt completely broken and did not see any other way out for herself, except for meekly waiting for the end of all this bacchanalia. The truth now, after checking her holes Zhenya, she realized that it was not only her thoughts about shame and moral decline that were occupied by her brain. Now she literally craved to be fucked! Be fucked right here, even on this table in plain sight! But she didn't say it out loud, of course. Instead, she obediently began to lick the table, removing the tea blots. At some point, she was even a little glad that she had to lick off not the most unpleasant substance.
- Enough. - Angela stopped her and, kicking a syringe under the table, which turned out to be in one of the bags with toys, put another thousandth note on the table. - Clean your ass. - She added and smiled, pleased that the first among all those present invented it.

Arina sighed heavily and prayed before fulfilling the order:
- Can I remove the clamps?
- Then I will take my money! - Immediately answered Angela.
- Take away ... - It was not the money that interested the subject now. She did not even think about them.
- Take off. - Agreed ... Read more →