I wasn't sure I liked the implications of her smile and her comment."Those look nice. Can I have a pair too?" Cathy asked. With a side glance at me, s...e added the common female complaint, "He never buys me any jewelry."So, Cathy had discovered a desire to have her own nipples squeezed by these torture clamps! I was slowly but steadily approaching a state of mind in which nothing could surprise me anymore."These are yours. I'm just warming them up for you. But you only get them after you've. They’re it.”“You’re getting married tomorrow.”“It’ll help take care of my wedding jitters, Momma Linda.”“You don’t have any wedding jitters, Betsy.”“I could pretend to have them.”With Betsy, her mothers, Sally, Lucy, and Penny, there were eight women present. There were Betsy’s fathers, William, Steve, Harry, Oliver, and Chuck with them thereby making nine men. Harry could not believe that the eight men were sitting around while the women were arguing which which of them would have the pleasure. “Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck take me Sara! You filthy fucking whore! Take this fucking cock!” his eyes were glazed over as he pumped into me relentlessly and I came.When I say I came I mean I CAME. This man was being rough and pumping my little cunt harder than I ever thought a man his age could and I loved it! I knew then and there that if I were to live a life of being a whore for men like this that I would be completely content.“Damn! Your cunt is like a fucking vice!” he held himself still while my. .. , that men... , that men are not my preference and they haven’t been for a long time. I don’t want you to think that I am leading you on or teasing you. It’s just that I don’t have a sexual preference for men. I... , I... , prefer my own sex.”There was silence in the car. Laurie looked to Brian for some response and she could see he was thinking of what to say. She let the silence continue.Brian finally said, “I thank you for telling me that. I know it was a hard thing for you to say. I.