And most of all her eyes on the monitor. I gave instructions to Lori. Staring at her legs-her skin so perfectly smooth. I fantasized sliding my precum...dripping,rock hard dick between Lori's tightly crossed thighs.To relieve her stress I suppose. She would slightly bounce her foot. Amplifying the muscle tone under her shaved tanned skin. Willing my brain to remember her sexy nonchalant to and fro. Again I focused to later recall:how I would shoot a load right on that spot. A massive translucent. His thumb rubbed back and forth over my left nipple as he kissed me, making me moan into his mouth. When he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, I gasped, breaking the kiss. His mouth trailed down my neck until his tongue made contact with my sensitive peak and I groaned, grabbing his head to hold it there. He began to suckle and nip it, his hand now busy with my right nipple, making me moan and gasp and writhe as his attention to my breasts set my pussy twitching.When his mouth switched. Soon Daddy explained that I was to wear something that would hurt at first. My growing costume of unusual apparel would now include submitting to adding nipple clamps to my breasts for him.Apparently the clamps were attached together by a chain and when he gently placed the first clamp onto my nipple I squealed in the shock of the initial pain. The discomfort was at a shock and agonizing but it became tolerable. Both my nipples throbbed at first, but when Daddy added what I’d learn was a weight. The next day I woke up sprawled out on the bed naked. I hadno recollection how I even got there or when.I looked at the clock and it was noon! I though how the hell could I sleepuntil noon? I went upstairs to see if Chuma was awake but his room wasempty. I went back to my bedroom, pulled a robe from the closet and put iton. Made my way to the kitchen, made some coffee and sat down to read thepaper. I found myself reflecting on last night at that club, Dante's Den.As my thoughts began recount.