Owiti was really enjoying torturing her.He then ran the prong teasingly under her right tit. Emily's screams filled the room as he repeatedly shocked ...oth her welted breasts and nipples. He used a spray bottle and wet her tits so he could really shock her nipples. Her pinkish-red nipples were the size of an unshelled peanut, and when he used the prong on them several times, they swelled up like overripe strawberries. She began to plead with him again, fearing where he would shock her next. . When finally she got rid of her bra, only a dark maroon pantie was left on her body. Her palms were desperately trying to cover her firm round breasts.Sushant was licking his lips, she knew he would jump any second to lick, bite and suck hard on those nipples. But he was more focused on taking those pictures. He looked at the lighting, checked the shadows and moved stray hair from her face. First, he asked his wife to sit on the bed semi-stretched, legs on top of each other and palms covering. ("But who doesn't do things to me?" he heard his own thoughts as if he were talking to himself.) Oliver dropped the shirt into the sink, and, wiping his hands on the dishcloth first, followed her. She was definitely moping around in a way that didn't seem staged to him. ("But how much can I trust my judgment? Ever since I moved to this farm, my instincts have been wrong!") She plopped down ("Lisa plop!?!" he heard himself be surprised) on the faux leopard skin couch. She slouched back on its. “Oh, Carmen?” he gulped, and she detected a wistfulness in his voice.“Yes, baby?” she responded, pausing; his cock was poised at her opening.“Carmen, I, ah, ah,” he stammered, blushing.Fear, she surmised, and her heart melted with compassion for his innocence. “Don’t be afraid, Jere, I’ll show you,” she whispered reassuringly with all the love any mother could feel.“It’s not that,” he protested, and it seemed as though the beat of his pulse in his prick quickened.“What is it, then, baby?” Her.