...YES!...Twist them!...Twist my fucking nipple with thepliers!...Ooooh....I'm such a nasty fucking little stupid slut!...Somebody oughtto fuck this b...tch-whore's ass off!...Everyone!...Watch the dumb slut cum justgetting her fucking slut tits pinched!...Ooohhh...Watch the bitchcum!...DAMN!...Look at the slut!...I love the way you are working my slut-bagtits over...Hmmmm...Do the other one. Pinch that one some too!...Mmmmm...Yourmaking me cum so goooood...." Cumbag moaned as she pressed her tit. He smiled and moaned. I could see he was enjoying himself quite a bit and before long he was going to want more than that sensual rocking motion on his cock. I knew I was driving him nuts and I loved that. I was just about done with his shave but I wanted to soak the towel back in hot water. I removed the water from the sink and cleaned up the bowl and then added more hot water, soaked the towel and then wringed it and placed it on his face. I still had the razor in my hand so that I could. To her, John seemed to have a wonderful touch – firm at times, but just right. Any slight discomfort she felt from his attention to a new area of tense muscles quickly melted into the most pleasant warm feeling of relief. In particular, he found that little painful spot under her shoulder blade, and worked on it starting form her neck downward. He explained how her neck was probably sore from using a telephone and computer workstation most of the day, and how the shoulder blade was the lower. He had a girlfriend studying elsewhere but she frequently came up to stay with us for the weekend. He must have had the same sense of sexual pleasure as me because he always seemed to arrange things so I saw his girlfriend in underwear or naked. On one occasion, they were both in my room about mid-day – they were in dressing gowns. For some reason she playfully switched off my radio which annoyed me so A suggested she should be punished – he parted her dressing gown and asked her to open her.