I knew how they felt. The "wrong" ones were bigger than the others, had a stronger spring and sharper teeth. They were long and skinny too so th...y could hold a lot of nipple meat in their jaws. "You Cant." I said. " I can and I WILL. Stick your tits out for me. Hold them up. Wait! Dip your hands in this brine solution first." I cried out but I did it. The pain turned me on so much. It was just .....Incredible. He called me a sick bitch and I knew I was. My hands were shaking. Otherwise it is over between us." He felt as if the earth had disappeared under his feet. This couldn’t be happening. Simply couldn’t. She kept looking at him straight into the eyes. Her eyes, he thought, looked like two blue pools of water he was drowning into. "Do you love me?" she said after a while. He let out a deep sigh and grasped her. Hugged her, tightly, desperately. "Yes, I love you!", he said, almost tears in his voice. "More than anything!" He felt her arms around him, hugging him. Her family, friends, and her pit crew came down to Victory Lane to celebrate with her. They were so proud of her. Even more proud of her was her boyfriend, rising professional soccer star Talan Carver. He came with white roses in hand and gave her a hug and a kiss. He had just came from a soccer game where his team won the semifinals and are on their way to the championship.After the celebration and all, Amy and her family went out to dinner at a seafood restaraunt. They had a toast to. The noise, caused by high heel shoes striding across a stone tiled floor served to remind me of the location of the main dungeon. On occasions, such clicks would be interrupted by a sharp thwack of leather, a strident voice or the sound of chains indicating a session was in progress.However, I digress, for today I leave Australia and have my last chance to partake in that fantasy of fantasies, a somewhat cacophonous demonstration of the art of domination and humiliation. Booked for the occasion.