I opened my back door and stepped out onto the patio looking at my surroundings. Not a soul was around, so I walked to the spot where I planned to do ...y deed. Checking around me again to make sure no one was around, I lifted my dress up to my stomach. The air felt cool to my shaved mons, which excited me a little. It was so risky, so naughty. My heart pounded in my chest. Was I really going to do this? Gathering the fabric of my dress around my middle, I made sure nothing was hanging down that. "OK let's see how much weight you can hold with your nipples. I won't stop adding until you squeeze the ball or the clips fall off. Enjoy". (chuckling)In a way I like nipple play but this went way beyond what I was used to. I had no idea how much was hanging from them but it felt like a ton and I was sobbing from the pain but tried to hang in there. Suddenly a searing pain and a clonk. One of the clips tore loose and fell down. The strain on the other one got less and less. Red must be removing. It was only just after nine so I knew Phillipa wouldn’t be home for ages: ‘probably just thinking about leaving a bar or club and working out where she was going to get laid’ I thought smiling? Maybe oddly, but having no knowledge of psychology I wasn’t sure, it seemed the more Phil and I drifted apart, the closer Kelly and I became; certainly my lust for her increased! I went to my study and poured myself a large Laphroig with just the tiniest drop of water. Almost absentmindedly as I sipped. Thelma began groaning and then gasped into a series of shudders in increasing intensity and then she fell away, relaxed. ‘I’ve just climaxed.’ ‘Good for you, I hoped you enjoyed it.’ ‘Yes, I really did. You have a superbly firm body. I regret it’s getting late.’ Well the compliment from madam and now the push through the door, Angela thought, but no. ‘Do you want me to get you off?’ ‘I’ll be okay,’ Angela said, preparing for the ‘We must never do this again’ speech. ‘Are you sure?’ Thelma.