.until it does rip her hair. (But we know I've already planned to avoid such a senseless waste...shhhh). Her arms tremble and shake from the hideous d...mands I make on them. The loose ends of the chains tinkle like a wind chime. Her tears flow freely, dropping off her exquisite cheek bones. "Darling, let me give you something to take your mind off of this mean old predicament." I attach clamps to her shuddering nipples, so wet they slip off the first two times I try to close them on her buds.. We were a couple of over-sexed young girls on a mission, taking this cruise out of Stockholm, for the first time without our parents in tow. It was meant to be a venture into exercising our libidos, an exciting adventure, and as we had discussed the many permutations of this sexual oddity, it had made us heady with the perceived excitement, and now here we were on the only night of possible , pissed and being groped by two drunk fat married men, and Lucy, fuck she was out of it and did not even. It was handy when one person wanted to watch TV and the other one wanted to sleep although there was a TV in the bedroom too. We had went to bed fairly early as we had had a long day. We left theTV on when we fell asleep as it helped give some light without being too dark. Ellen, my wife, was lying on her side and I snuggled into her back caressing her breasts, which were a nice 36C, and both of us fell asleep.About 3.00am I woke up and when I looked for a drink found we had finished the. Now she seemed shocked, her eyes still on me but out of focus as I towered over her, panting. I was full of cold anger, the worst, most dangerous type there is. She just stayed there, her legs apart, the remains of her tank top hanging from her shoulders, her arms back while she propped on them, leaning back on the table, and her pert beautiful breasts standing proudly in their perfection, adorning a girl that seemed broken.None of our reactions fit with what was expected of the situation. We.