He grabbed one of my straps and began to slide it down my shoulder. I let go of the balcony rail and he eased it down. He then slid off the other stra... and slid my dress down to my waist.He reached up and milked my heaving breasts as he continued to stroke me.I looked around and wondered how many nearby residents were watching me getting pounded by this actor, my dress pulled up at one and and pulled down at the other.I now found myself getting close and my breathing got louder, heavier.I. The Sailors sat at a table and asked the barman to have a pitcher of 'the good stuff' and some mugs brought over. Margaret took a stool at the bar and asked for a mug of 'the good stuff' too.The first sign that things were not right was one of the Sailors taking a healthy slug from his mug and then spitting it out all over his mates. They started to yell at him until they tried their own mug of 'the good stuff'. They then sprayed the Sailors across the table from them. They were about to grab. Then the base of each small cup was sealed by the machine, enclosing her nipples and her clit within tight metal casings, ensuring that they would never see daylight again. Never feel the touch of a man, or anything else. The suction stopped and her nipples and clit were free of the machine, but not of its modifications.. Carrie who had awoken, looked down at her nipples, only to see bright shining metal tips now covering them. She could not see her clit, but the pain told her that it, too, was. I hoped he liked my outfit tonight because if he didn't... I would be wrecked. I would never leave him, of course, but I would enjoy being fucked yet in tears. Ringing the doorbell, I heard him calling from inside, "Come in." I did as he said, the door was unlocked. I walked in and the room was dark. Everything in his house was dark. "Where are you?" I called to him. "Upstairs, where else?" I heard him growl. He wasn't in a good mood. Even as my Master and my fucker, he almost always talked to.