Over the past month word about this group of rich men had reached deep within the marsh community, and that attracted more women.The persistent colder...weather reduced the fashionable amount of skin that was shown by women during the summer. The winter attire was fur sarongs worn by both men and women. The pelts were fine fur but overall the clothes looked primitive and shabby. The villagers still wore their brown or white linen clothes, but they wrapped sarongs around their hips for the. ” Jess cooed, playing things up. Emma watched the clamp swing and dangle from Jess’ flattened nipple. She put out one finger and gave it a little push to keep it going.Emma stood up and walked around to Jess’ other side where she repeated the process. She hadn’t checked that clamp first and it was, unknown to her, set much tighter than the first. She had no way of knowing that our nipple clamps weren’t always used only on nipples.Jess’ gasp was much more genuine and she tried to close her legs. " Yeah, I think you did. Maddie, I don't think I'd fit within your crowd. I'm not poor, but I'm certainly not rich. My friends are down to earth — some of the places I go with them might even be seen as 'low places' by someone like your dad. You know I love you, but I think you should find someone from your crowd to love ... I just don't belong." Billy, you're wrong! You are a much better man than any of them. When I said you wouldn't fit in, what I meant was that you wouldn't like them. To be. “Fuck!” she screamed out at the top of her lungs, and frantically dove at the glove compartment of her car for a tissue to remove the wad of his cum that was matted in her tresses. The thick, cloudy gob stuck out like a sore thumb in contrast to her long, raven hair. He hadn’t allowed her to tidy up prior to shoving her out the door.Her eyes darted to a movement in the rear view mirror. “Prick,” she muttered under her breath as she watched him exit the motel room and enter his vehicle. “Don’t.