Jerking her head back and forth, her areolas, nipples glistening with droplets of blood as the jagged pointed spikes grip, adhere to her tender tit fl...sh; the strand sinks in above the novice’s fingernails as Jodi rasps, struggles for breath.Reaching out for another flexing stem, looping it above one marred breast, below the other, again aligning and twisting the prickling branch, the Nun forces the additional barbs even deeper into the flattening mounds.?Aaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh!? A rasping. ?You boys remember, right??Together twenty eight nude nerds recited ??Thank you Miss Lucinda forimproving my public behavior?? Lindy put the cane down for a moment and clappedher little hands. ?Perhaps I should trade Basil in for one of you!? She looked at themappreciatively. ?Are any of you rich? Basil?s a pathetic $63,500 per annumprofessor.? One man with a Cro-Magnon forehead and sagging breasts said. ?Leave himfor me, Miss Lucinda! I?m a systems engineer and I pull down $96,000 yearly,and. .. Damn!I quickly got out of the shower, wrapped a soft towel around myself and answered. It was my wife's ex come to give us both our scheduled massage. Oh! well, playtime would have to wait until later that night. I invited him inside and he was pleased that we had both taken a shower beforehand, all clean and ready for moulding he said.He took out a huge rose coloured towel and laid it across the bed before asking who's first, to which my wife appeared from the bathroom naked and dove face. " I'm sorry, Ann. I -- I -- I can explain." I start. I'm certain thatshe's angry. I'll have to say something to make her at ease.But it turns out that Ann is not angry. She's not even surprised. "Ibet you could!" Ann responds to me. "But there really isn't much toexplain. The facts are pretty clear. My husband is here at home alone.Wearing a dress that's not mine. He has a little bit of size in thebreast area, so I bet he is wearing a bra, correct? And he's in theprocess of painting.