The group filed back into Room 312, the air thick with tension and the scent of s*x. Lila’s legs were still shaky from the hallway orgasms. Her short skirt was ruined — soaked and clinging to her thighs — and her tank top was damp with sweat. Juices continued to trickle down her inner thighs with every step.
Master Kane locked the door and dimmed the lights to a deeper red glow. He placed a sturdy wooden chair in the center of the room, directly under the brightest spotlight, and positioned the large mirror so the entire group could see every angle.
“Take your seats,” he told the others. “Clothes off again. You will touch yourselves while you watch, but no one comes until the performance is over.”
The participants stripped quickly, eyes already fixed on Lila with raw hunger.
Master Kan
