I waited for her to exhale, and let the pin close on her nipple. She was whimpering. I love it when they whimper. I smiled in her face and held up the...second string, “And I got a whole other one to play with.” “Please,” she gasped.“Sorry, no safe words, slut. I guess you are going to have to just take it like a big girl.”After I had finished the second tit, Sarah had moved from whimpering to crying, I re-exampled her cunt clamps. It looked like her big toes have been doing some dancing and had. It was a string bikini and the string around hr neck was a little too loose allowing her breasts to flop around more than they should. When she sat down I could see her dark pubic hairs sticking out of her leg openings. Her cousin noticed the hairs and told her that she needed to trim her pussy. Kimberly looked right at her and said that she didn’t want too, that it had taken her far too long to grow it down there in the first place, and then she looked directly at me and asked me if I liked. I waited until another kiss (not a long wait)and clasped a cheek lightly, still no reaction. Throwing caution to the wind the next attempt went under her short skirt and touched bare skin for a fleeting moment. Could I have got this lucky? Surely not even the loosest of women would venture into this environment without underwear.I waited trying desperately to rationalise a decent pause before the next attempt. This time I clasped feeling a sweaty ass and equally sweaty knickers. In. ”“Well, if you ever do want to talk about it, I’m just down the hall, OK?”“OK!”She stopped and turned back, “I’ve got something ... bizarre to ask you, if you don’t mind?”“OK,” I said getting up.“Since you won’t give up any salient details, I’d like to see how good of a kisser you are?”“Bizarre is certainly the word for that, Kel,” I replied.“Please, just one?” my 22-year-old sister ask of me.“Fine, lock the door, please? We don’t need Mom or Dad walking in on us kissing, he is a Police.