The instant Kyleigh walked into the motel room and saw Grant and all the recording equipment, she turned and tried to run, but Alex grabbed a hand ful... of her soft ash-blonde hair and dragged her back.“I’ll do what you want, just please don’t make me do it while you’re recording it,” Kyleigh begged.“Well, I guess we’ll just have to send Mr. Simpson the video of his precious little lesbian bitch daughter having sex with her girlfriend,” Alex said.“Alright, you sorry bastards, you win,” Kyleigh. I would be away a couple of years. And so, my decision to go whaling caused some upset with my wife, which puzzled me. She’d grown up in New Bedford and she ought to know that it took to be married to a whaler.I said, “Look Faith, your parents have been together for almost thirty years and they’re happy; even though your dad has been away on three-year voyages that entire time.”She looked at me skeptically. So, I added, trying to comfort her, “You’ll be well taken care of, and it won’t be. "Eager, baby?” Mark whispered. Andrea bit her lower lip and whispered back, “Yes, Sir.” Mark rubbed the clamps against her nipples. “This might be hurt a bit. But I'm pretty sure you can take it.” “Oh, my god, yes,” Andrea moaned as the as the clamps bit into her nipples. “You’re doing fine, baby girl.” “Yes,” Andrea purred, warmed by the beautiful stinging sensation. Mark massaged her swollen clit, then attached the third clamp. Andrea stifled a scream as the cold metal pinched her clit. Mark. She was too lost in the moment to contemplate why if he was pushing it up, all his hand needed to be in contact all that time. The hands moved higher but now on top of the dress brushing over her mound, her hips and ass as they smoothed wrinkles out of her dress. Erica’s eyes were glazed with delight, her mouth slightly agape in passion as Katie smiling carried on shooting. From her angle it looked like Erica was clearly letting the pair of them grope her and was orgasming.The boys moved back.