Two rubies on a white gold band and between the two rubies, the darkest blood red stone I have ever seen. ‘I…” ‘Speechless I know. You are g...ing to be considered my fiancée no one will gossip about you here. ‘ ‘You know I do not like being told what to do.’ Pinning my hair back up and unlocking the door, he turns me around to face him and captures my lips. ‘That is what I love about you. Now get back to work my love.’ Catching my breath I can feel his cum slide out of me. Walking out I. You crawl behind me over to the bench where I sit, legs crossed allowing you finally to touch. You are allowed only to rub your open hands and your face over my body..... no grabbing, no penetrating just letting you feel your way around my body.Your hands begin to inch forward along the floor till they come to my foot your body shudders as you reach the smooth pointed heel of my shoes slowly moving upward gliding along the satiny nylon tights you discover a thin chain anklet as you move further. I am the last son in my family.My parents were farmers. I had 2 elder brothers and 2 elder sisters. All were settled and married by the time the story had happened. I was doing +2 in my village. My village was located near Kerala and Tamilnadu border. An aunty by name Ponnammal lived near to my home. She was around 35 years, dark-skinned, plumpy and had voluptous structure. For sure, her breast size would be 40 DD. She never used to wear bra (as this was the typical way for village woman). Most. Next Terry went to his dresser drawer, and returned with a small bag. He set it down on the table next to the oils, reached in, and removed a shiny set of clover clamps attached to a chain. ?Do you know what these are?? he asked.?Nipple clamps?, Pete moaned, writhing in anticipation.?Yes, I bet you like these, don’t you???Yes, I do please?.??Please what???Oh please clamp my nipples? Pete breathed.Terry took one of the clamps, and began to brush Pete’s left nipple lightly, watching it harden. ?I.