She did not even bother counting it, just put it in the draw of the small dresser against her and took out of the same draw something metallic. She li...ted it, silver butterfly nipple clamps “These are what you wanted”. I answered still hearing the nervous anticipation in my voice “Yes Mistress” . I had requested to have nipple clamps used on me when I arrived because I had fantasised off having my nipples worked on and abused. She looked me up and down “Well strip”. I had anticipated that we. I wanted Mike's hard cock in me so bad I needed to show Mike that I was ready and willing for him. I rolled over on my side facing him, hooked my one arm around his neck and pulling him into me gave him a big long wet kiss. Mike took it from there, quickly removing his trousers and moving me onto my back, in one quick learned move he spread my legs with his legs and pinned my hands over my head completely immobilizing me as he plunged his massive swollen cock deep into my open wet hungry pussy.. I don’t. I’m not ready for this to end… Or to go back to sleep.The tendril probing inside me works wondrous magic upon my glands and my soft inner flesh. My heart is in my – well, everywhere. I can feel it throb throughout every iota of my physical being. The beat of it is steady, but unbelievably fast. Looking at the readout, it’s bordering on severe tachycardia. The excitement of the physical stress is enough to push me even further over the edge. Far enough that I don’t think I’m. I was given a picture of Mr. Wilshire to look at and tried to make the connection, but I got nothing. Nor did I get what I normally do for someone who is dead."I told the gentleman from one of the US government's agencies that this Mr. Wilshire was dead, because I received and was getting nothing. Well, thats not a hundred percent true. I was still actively seeking, but I was already over the normal time it takes me to check the entire world. So I told him Mr. Wilshire was dead."I assumed that.