and made her kuni. She looked at the action on the table. A young girl of about twenty lay on her back, the girl’s arms and legs hung from the table and were tied to her legs. He had a bandage on his eyes and a gag ball in his mouth. Between her legs there was a strong man on her knees and with sharp jolts she fucked the girl, at the same time she was dragging off her nipples which were clamps connected by a chain for which he pulled. The woman immediately noticed the audience and beckoned Olya to her finger.

- Could you help us? - She turned to Ole when she came up.

- I don't know, depending on what. - Olya answered.

“There are candles and matches in the locker.” Could you take the blue candle and light it. And then pokapat wax on Marinochka's chest and on her tummy. She loves it and her husband is busy. - She patted the guy in the head.

Olya was a little taken aback by such a request. But then I thought. "Why not. “She opened the closet where the exact same set was lying as in their booth and saw a box with candles on the shelf. Those were centimeters of twenty in length and h thick thumb. Next to it were matches. He took out how she was asked for the blue candle, Olya struck a tip with a match and struck it. She puffed a little and a rather high flame broke out on the wick. The wax immediately began to melt. Olya, for the sake of interest, dropped a droplet on her hand and immediately began to hiss in pain. The wax was with some kind of chemistry and very hot, it literally melted to the skin of the hand. Olya hardly tore off this slick under which there was a red speck of inflamed skin.

- Well, let's be bolder. Marina is waiting. - Put her woman down.

Olya looked at Lika and noticed that she attentively followed her and the man that fucked the girl. Leake's hand was under the hem of her dress, and the second was wrinkling her breasts. Lika is clearly very excited, looking at this erotic scene. Having decided, Olya got on her knees near the girl and looked at her full breasts, somewhere of the third size and chocolate nipples drawn with clips. She held out her hand with candles and sharply bent her over one of the hemispheres of the breast. Drops of wax immediately fell down, spreading over the skin with a thin film. The girl shook her head and screamed in her gag. For her, it was quite unexpected. A contented man jerked the chain from his nipples sharply and only further inflated the pace of his frictions. Olya is getting more and more excited, looking at the twitching body of the girl and listening to her moans from under the gag. She involuntarily put her hand down and, just like Lika, began masturbating at the same time, evenly covering her poor breasts with hot wax, then one or the other, not forgetting about her tummy. And most importantly, she understood that she liked to do it. Then in the office, when she flogged an employee on the day of admission to work, it was something quite different. And now she deliberately hurt. And what's more, she liked to do it. Although she also wanted to be on the site of this girl. And this contradiction was even more puzzling for her. The candle burned out by almost a third, when a man snarling loudly pulled his penis out of the girl's vagina and began to fill her neat pubis with his thick, white sperm. Olya came to her senses and put out the candle. Looking at how a puddle of male sperm accumulates in the navel.

- Thank. You helped us a lot. - Said the man and hard flopped on the sofa.

Olya got to her feet and wanted to put the candle in place and leave this company.

- Wait. - She was stopped by a woman, over whose bosom a boy was still working. When she put the candle in the closet. - Once took that finish to the end.

- In terms of? - I did not understand Olya and looked at the interlocutor.

- Well, of course. It is necessary to remove wax from Marina.I advise you to use the nine tails. There she hangs. Only beat without any regrets and when it comes into contact with the skin, sharply pull at yourself, this will make the wax fly off better. - Ole smiled woman. - I think you will meet the twenty-thirty punches.

Olya did not understand at first what was being asked of her. And then her eyes lit up with anticipation, and she even without thinking took the right whip. The handle was leather, twisted and lay comfortably in her hand. The tails were about a meter long from interwoven leather strips and rather stiff to the touch. At the tip of each were nodules, when Olya touched them, she realized that something inside was added to make the strike harder. Most likely steel weights. Olga understood all this by running her tails along her palm. She glanced at Lika. She looked at her and masturbated fiercely. And when Olya moved to the side of the girl, Lika could not restrain herself next to a man who was still naked sitting on the couch and watching the show, shamelessly lifted up the hem and plunged her fingers into her bosom. Olya tried on and swinging struck the first blow to the girl's chest. Not with all his strength, but rather tangible. As she was advised after the tails lay on the girl's chest, she abruptly jerked the handle of the lash on herself and down. From what the body of the poor thing literally arched arc. And from under the gag there was a loud moan. Together with the ends of the lash, a couple of drops of wax flew away from his chest, but there was still a lot of it. Olya watched, fascinated, as on the white hemispheres appear red stripes, and her breasts twitch ringing with a chain. She swung again and struck again, a little harder this time. And again her hearing was pleased with the girl’s scream and her sharp jerking of the body in an attempt to avoid the next blow from which the breasts sexually waved, and the abdominal muscles contracted convulsively. Around Oli as if everything was gone. There was only she and this girl who wanted to flog and flog. She struck again and then again, and more. Enjoying the spectacle and its power of power over this poor girl tied to the table. She hit her stomach several times, but still hit her chest more. After the fifteenth strike, she so deftly pulled the whip that one of the clips literally flew off the girl's nipple, causing a portion of incredible pain, from which her body was already arched. And Olya set herself the goal of disrupting the second clamp, which flew off after a couple more punches. But no matter how she got carried away, she clearly remembered the conditions. Not more than thirty strokes. Olya decided to stop at twenty-five. First, the hand was tired, and no matter how excited it was, there was still a drop of sober mind in my head. The girl’s chest was swollen and red, some traces of violet. And a drop of blood appeared on the right nipple. Next was no longer a whipping, but torture with irreversible consequences. And Olya understood this. She dropped her hand heavily, throwing the whip back and sat down on the sofa. And only then looked around. The guy that made the kuni woman sat next to her and watched the spanking of his wife. Lika had finished and just looked at the girl's chest with a lustful look. The man beside her was picking up his big cock again. And next to the booth, there were still about five people, three women and two men. And one of them, the girl did blowjob on her knees. And then the audience applauded, showing that Olya brought not only herself pleasure, but also rewarded all those present with a worthy spectacle. But that was not all. A man threw a masturbation and stood between the legs of the girl right off the course and threw her dick at her right on the balls, and judging by her cry, he put her in her ass. For a second, he began to freeze her with sharp and deep movements. With his hands, he began to smash the poor woman's chest, tattered with a lash. She fought beneath him and moaned loudly. Olya watched them, resting from the work done. She did not even notice how between her legs was the girl's husband. I just felt her legs spread apart, and how a man's tongue ran through her excited pussy. Groaning she put her hands on the back of his head and pressed his mouth close to her slits. The guy was experienced and quickly began to bring it to a climax.She finished at the same time with the man, groaning loudly and biting her lip looking like he literally fell down on top of the girl, but this time without removing the penis and filling her rectum with his seed. After a couple of minutes it was all over. The guy with the man untied the girl, and the woman addressed Ole.

- Thanks for the help. And you were good. “Would you like to have a little drink with us before you continue the evening?”

- Of course. - Olya agreed.

After a couple of minutes, a bottle of brandy and a couple of cocktails stood on the already free table.

- I'm Martha, the owner of the club. This is my husband, Dmitry. This is Alexey and his wife Marina. And I see you new? - Presented all the woman.

- I'm Olya and my friend Lika. Lena brought us here.

- Alyona. So she called you today. Well, let's get acquainted. - Martha raised her glass. - And for the first experience.

- Thank. - Olya was a little embarrassed and drank her portion.

- I have not overdone? - A bit embarrassed, Olya looked at Marina.

- No what are you. I like it. - She smiled at her. - I haven’t finished that long and you did a great job. Although it was felt that you have no experience at all. But it is even better.

- I tried to. - Olya smiled at her.

- Marinochka, I think you and Lesha better go to the massage room. They will process you there. Will remove traces. Well, you yourself know. - Martha turned to the girl.

- Of course. - The girl got up and took her husband by the hand out of the booth.

- Well, how are you? Like? - Looked Martha at Olya.

“Something unusual.” - She admitted.

- Well, nothing. The evening has just begun. Have fun. I'll go for a walk. I still see you. - Martha got up and, taking the arm of her already dressed husband, also left the office, leaving Olga and Lika alone.