"I see no reason to go back and relive the worst period of my life. I don't ever want to see that place or those people again. I'd have to have rocks ...n my head." Stevie, our lives are perfect," she said. "We're not alone any more like we were in high school. We have each other. This is our chance to show all of those people who looked down on us or through us, that we're just as good as they are. Can we please go?"I grumbled a bit, but finally I gave in. I couldn't refuse Dana anything. And. While doing it though, I again realized how perfect my wife’s tits were and that I needed to find her quickly so we could get to a mattress. So, the next time Rachel loosened her grip, I moved away quickly into the darkness.About that time, George managed to bump into my wife. He too, quickly knew it was Lea when he grabbed her tits. Lea was surprised that when she reached down to identify her groper that it was once again a sticker with a single dot. She was even more surprised to find a hard. I couldn't see her back or buttocks, but I knew they were likely red, inflamed, dotted here and there with the welts and imprints of the flogger and the cane. But Ramon had not finished for the evening, and was rapidly reaching the climax of his sadistic exertions.He had arranged a circle of clothespins on each of Sara's breasts, until they both looked like that onion appetizer from the Outback Steakhouse. He had placed even more clothespins on her stomach and the insides of her thighs. And. “Hey,” Mel whispered back.“I’m glad last night wasn’t just a dream.”“Me too. I was afraid you weren’t going to call me…”We kissed passionately, my hand caressing her cheek. Eventually, I lowered my hand to her breasts which, I’m pleased to note, didn’t disappear when she laid on her back. My fingers pressed into her firm yet yielding flesh. Mel moaned a little as I traced my fingers all over the sides of her breasts, the tops, underneath, but not the nipple. We continued kissing as I manually.