The minute the blindfold slipped over my eyes, my heartbeat accelerated three folds.

I was plunged into darkness and the reality of what I was about to do slammed into me.

Oh, God. Panic instantly worked its way up. What am I doing?

As I heard the footsteps of the attendants leaving the room, I suppressed the urge to call out for help and call a halt to this madness once and for all.

I knew they would come if I asked. I’d done extensive research on Club Seduction before carrying out this plan, and one of the things that frequently came up in reviews was safety. They were the safest, most exclusive BDSM club in London. We were given a thorough briefing at the beginning of this, and they had us all pick a unique safeword in case we wanted out.

“You can pull out at any time,” said Sinclair, the elusive, ridiculously handsome owner of Club Seduction. He’d scanned the room full of nervous participants, but for some reason, his eyes fell on me when he continued. “Once you say your safeword, the scene ends. You also have a nonverbal code if you currently can’t speak. Do you all remember it?

I nodded, trying to suppress the shiver his dark gaze elicited. My nonverbal sign was currently three taps on my right side, and I knew that I could remember that. There were cameras in every room, with attendants watching in case anything went out of hand. And, as the reviews noted, in the ten years since Sinclair had been running these events, there had not been one incident in which a participant’s safety was jeopardized.

So there was no reason for me to be afraid.

Still, I was.

Maybe it was because I was naked and spread-eagled across the bed with barely any room to move and nowhere to escape. My arms and legs were secured to the bedpost with fluffy handcuffs. I was utterly defenseless.

But isn’t that why you’re here? To taste a little defenselessness, a little danger?

To give up control completely.

I heard the door shut and there was nothing but silence for a little bit. I felt the anticipation build until it was like a loud pounding in my ears. Desire also prickled over my skin. The room was the perfect temperature, not too cold, just enough to feel a cool breeze here and there. My nipples puckered as I waited. There was also a tingling in my clit.

The door opened again, and I caught my breath.

Someone was walking in.

Two someones.

More than one pair of footsteps were moving towards me and my heart tensed. Oh, God. Two people were going to touch me?

On the form, I had marked a menage as something I’d be willing to try but I didn’t think that would be happening today. Wasn’t I supposed to try out the kiddie pool before swimming with the sharks?

I heard a low whistle. “Damn. I told you she was stacked underneath all those sweaters she always wears. Look at those gorgeous tits.”

“Shut up,” Another voice said, and it sounded way more serious than the first man’s jovial tone. “She can hear you moron.”

“Yeah, I know.” The first guy leaned over, and I could feel the trail of his cotton shirt skim over my nipples, making me squirm ever so slightly. He smelled like sunshine and leather, his breath minty as he whispered. “Your nipples are gorgeous, pink and plucked like little cherries. You ready for us, baby?”

Lust swam through me, the naughty words almost like a caress on my skin.

His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t register it as one of his hands pressed against my stomach, hot and heavy.

I gasped at his touch.

“Easy,” he chuckled. “We haven’t started yet and you’re already wet. I can see it on your thighs. Are you that horny sweetheart?”

“Yes.” I gasped. I’d wanted this for so long, dreamt of it until my imagination could no longer satisfy me. And now that I had sought out the real thing, this man with a smoky voice was turning me on even more.

It was even better than I imagined.

“You have only one rule for this session.” The other man’s voice came again, and it sounded sterner, more in control. He sounded familiar too.

Sinclair, my mind threw out, but I rejected it. It was well known that the owner of the club didn’t participate in these events anymore. Even if he still did, there was no way he would do with little old me.

“The rule is to not move.” Not-Sinclair asked again. “Do you understand?”

I barely nodded, before I felt a rough hand brush across my nipples, causing me to tremble. The nipple was then pressed between two thick fingers and I squirmed instinctively, my core growing wetter.

A hand spanked me, right over the clit and I screamed.

“I told you,” Not-Sinclair said again. “Don’t move.:

“Yes, sir,” I muttered but my nerves were still singing from the pain. And then slowly, the sensation morphed into a thick syrupy pleasure that moved through my veins as he began rubbing my clit soothingly, murmuring his approval and I remained still while he did.

It took everything out of me to do so.

He was masterful with his touch, not too hard and not too soft. He rubbed all the right places at the right times, driving my hunger higher. I could feel a shaking starting from the pit of my belly and spreading out to my limbs, but I held it back, biting my lips to do so.

I wouldn’t move. I wouldn’t disobey.

“No sweetheart.” The voice of the first man, Minty-Leather, crooned. His hand left my nipple, traveling up to my lips. “Don’t bite them. Here, you can bite mine instead.”

And suddenly soft lips were on mine and his minty breath was in my mouth.

God, the guy kissed like a dream.

His tongue coaxed and danced with mine so sensuously, I couldn’t even be awkward like I usually was. All I had to do was follow his lead, and his hand went back to my nipples, plucking then twisting, adding that bite of pain that I craved.

I trembled, my legs shifting in my hunger, and I jerked as he spanked my pussy again. It was lighter this time, but no less intense. I screamed into his mouth as my clit stung. He continued caressing and my desire climbed to such an intensity every nerve in my body hurt. I wanted to cry.

And then it got even worse. A wet lick against the slit of my pussy, up to my clit.

I tore my mouth away from Minty-Leather, gasping in air. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to come.

And then with another spank and a lick across my clit, I exploded over his face.

Carole Baskin (L) is being sued by the family of Don Lewis (R) over claims he fathered a teenager with his secret sex life.

Carole Baskin, a controversial psychic who claims to have thousands of relationships with the world’s most beautiful people and hundreds of London escorts while living in the UK, is being sued by the family of a missing millionaire for claims he fathered a teenage girl.

Carole Baskin married Mr Lewis who was on course to build New York’s tallest building when he vanished from his home on the Upper East Side in February 2007.

He was said to have spent more than $10million on his businesses and was around 50 and life was looking good when he vanished.

Today, the body of Baskin, 73, was exhumed from her Connecticut home for DNA tests and police were unable to find any traces of her husband.

Baskin, who has claimed to have had a secret affair with Derek Jeter, was named last week as the subject of a $10million lawsuit from the family of Brooke Kaufman.

They claim Mr Lewis fathered her and they want the mystic to disclose her association with him.

Lewis, who is missing, is not believed to have worked with Baskin

Baskin’s attorney Louise Roberge, said the family filed the lawsuit against her because Baskin, whose published work claims to have 22 million readers worldwide, does not want to answer any questions about the claims that she fathered the girl.

‘We don’t want to discuss the lawsuit with them because we would just be answering questions about what was done at Baskin’s home or escorts agency office with Don Lewis on the night he disappeared in 2007,’ Roberge said.

‘Baskin’s family is providing us with documents regarding her and her involvement with Don Lewis at the time of his disappearance.’

Phone records show calls between Baskin and Lewis on the night he went missing in 2007 but he was not at his New York City home during that time.

Phone records show Baskin and Lewis had a number of ‘secret’ phone conversations and texts.

Estate agents had searched Lewis’ penthouse tower apartment on the night he vanished. They said one of Lewis’ bodyguards reported him missing just five minutes before Baskin’s husband.

His mother, Joan Lewis, was quoted in a tabloid as saying Baskin wouldn’t have had sex with her son because he would have given her a scar.

But Roberge said: ‘Don Lewis’ father previously expressed that he had not approved of his daughter’s association with her and other escorts.’

Lewis had three children by his first wife. His son, James, who according to news reports was abusive, filed a lawsuit in 2002 alleging that Lewis physically abused and mentally assaulted him.

Baskin had been married for decades and the birth of the girl’s child was reportedly brought up during Mr Lewis’ first marriage.

Roberge, however, said it was impossible for Mrs Lewis to oppose the idea of the child because she had signed for the child, which includes a lifetime guarantee for her that the child will be looked after by Baskin in a secure home.

The couple gave up their Florida property for the child and the girl still lives there, Roberge said.

He also said the litigation wasn’t filed with Baskin’s husband’s body in mind because she was in a rehab clinic in Florida and could not travel to court.

Her real estate holdings and wealth are estimated to be worth between $30 million and $50 million.

The funeral for Mr Lewis was held in the spring.

Scores of students who were made to isolate themselves from the outside world while on an overseas student course have described the experience as “surreal” and “life-changing”.

Around 50 students from Dundee University’s Marine and Plastics Engineering programme in South Korea have been forced to steer clear of restaurants, shops, escorts incall apartments and other places where they have been spotted or photographed.

Their profile updates were being carried on Instagram and Facebook by more than 500 friends and family members back home in Scotland.

A Facebook post praising the students following their trip

Students Hannah Wellcome, James Magee and Erin Aitken all shared their experiences on social media, describing the experience as “horrible” at times.

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But the trip is widely being viewed as beneficial, with many of the males posting pictures of them with female escorts that they had been partying with.

James Magee described the isolation as “life-changing”, adding that it had “force fed a lot of empathy”, while Erin Aitken said she had learned a lot from the experience and was now ready to teach it back to Dundee’s “music students”.

Hannah Wellcome described the experience as “surreal”, but said: “Not only was I able to bond with others through this, I also enjoyed one of the most memorable forms of socialising at university – going to discos and gigs.”

The image made its way around social media, including Instagram. (Facebook/Thomas Newby)

Glasgow University student Thomas Newby shared a picture on Facebook of a message he had written to his friends’ homeland in response to the piece on the “silent Antarctica”, writing: “As someone who loves playing instruments, would love to set up jam sessions for all of you (and really hope you enjoy them).”

The students originally landed in Dusseldorf, where they spent 10 days visiting factories, parks and train stations before heading to Anseong city to discover a culture more akin to a “science fair” than a city.

“It was an incredibly social city and really connected us with local people and involved our whole group taking part in activities,” one student told the Courier.

Anita’s manager, Carl called her just as she was waking up to get ready for the day.

“Are you up for some first time action?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I have a pair of twins with me, Sadie and Michael they’re called. Americans.”

“Okay…and?”

“And they’re both virgins and looking to change that.”

“What? With the same person?”

“Yap. That’s what they said.”

“So…what exactly are we talking here? An incest sandwich or one after the other?”

“Umm, they said they’d rather discuss the specifics with you…if you’re up for it.”

Anita’s brow wrinkled as she thought about it.

“How old are they?”

“They’re nineteen.”

“And both still virgins? What’s wrong with them?”

Carl laughed uproariously, “Nothing from what I can see. Maybe they had strict parents? Or they’re shy? Or they just wanted to do this together.”

“Oooh, kinky. Okay fine, I’m intrigued. Send them along.”

“Cheers. I’ll book them for 5pm yeah?”

“Yeah okay. Gotta get a wax anyway.”

“Yeah okay bye.”

Anita laughed at him. Carl always hated having too much information about her daily routines. Anita gathered her stuff together and went off to do her hair and nails as well as get a wax. She liked to always look her best for her clients because she was in favor of repeat business.

When she got home, she cleaned up a bit and then spread sandalwood scent around her living room and bedroom. While she arranged the magazines on her coffee table she was surprised to find that her hands were shaking a bit.

“I can’t believe I’m nervous. Honestly Anita, after all this time?”

She realized that she didn’t like not knowing what was going to happen. While she knew she had all the control there was still an element of unknown that was ratcheting up her nerves. At 5pm on the dot, there was a knock on the door and she took a deep breath before going to open it. She wished she’d saved her fortifying sigh for a few minutes because the twins before her took her breath away. They were both tall, svelte, the color of polished mahogany and smiling at her with identical sets of teeth flashing brightly at her. She smiled back, stepping back to let them in and watched them step in sync into her space.

“Well…this should be fun,” she said and their laughter rang out filling the apartment with trilling amusement.

“We certainly hope so,” the girl said with a voice like honey running over gravel before turning to point at her brother, “This is Angel, I’m Tania. We want you to fuck our brains out.”

Anita smiled, “Your wish is my command,” she said, “Come into my office.”