When the clamps were put back on her nipples her body shook involuntarily. The pain was married to so much pleasure, she felt herself orgasm before s...e could stop. Her knees slightly buckled, but she was held into place by the chain. The chain had turned slightly and put pressure on her clit and both holes which brought her to the edge once again. She did not know if she would get punished for having an orgasm without permission while being bound. With a groan, she pressed her knees. “How are you feeling?”“Lousy. My head hurts and I feel dizzy when I move it. And I’ve got some kind of splint on my leg. I don’t like what I’m seeing, Gabrielle.”“Rest, my love. The doctors are going to take care of your injuries. Your doctor should be along on his afternoon rounds and can bring us both up to date on your status.”She had taken my hand and the warmth and care I saw in her face helped me calm down. I was feeling the effects of the pain medication, and wondered if that was what. Among those it attracted that year was Lee's old college friend Janet."Jackie, I'm so sorry," Lee told me in tears when she got home from what had been planned as a normal lunch with a couple of female friends. "She recognized me right away, and what could I do, pretend I wasn't me? She was my best friend then, she knew. Wouldn't denying it have made it worse?"As I comforted her I had to agree. But I needed to assess the damage. "What did you tell her?" I asked."The first thing she wanted to. Anyway, let's pencil down what happened three weeks ago:We always love dirty talk when having sexual fun together, and sometimes we meet friends or family members in our fantasies, being double aroused at least, when there is no taboo.On that day we were outside on the veranda, and she was only half dressed, my prick rubbing on her slip, when her mobile phone rang.The view of my hard one between her legs, her pussy covered just by a little fabric of the tiny underwear, and then having her.