Chantal got Lorna in for interview at eleven which went very well, as expected she definitely seemed to have the right attitude. She had apparently cl...aned and inspected Nicky and rather than putting her off she was fascinated and wondered if she could manage him. We were all happy to give her a chance and sent her off to the Sheriff right away, she also collected her gear from her flat and moved in to one of our rooms. While she still had a couple of hurdles to jump she was sure she was doing. Instead there were two curved brass plates which held them up and out. A heavy brass rod about eighteen inches long and weighing about five pounds hung horizontally from clips attached to my nipples, stretching them unmercifully. A leather dog collar around my neck held a heavy chain which passed between my breasts, through the slit between my legs, up between the cheeks of my ass and attached to the back of the collar. The chain was pulled as tight as it could get. Attached to the chain was a. Her large breasts were perky for their size, and two dark pink nipples pebbled in the cool air. She had shaved recently, her vagina hairless except for a small thin strip above her lips. He spread her legs and she whimpered. She was wet from her early encounter with her friend, and even more after imagining it was him she was blowing. The man leaned over her, his brown eyes looking at her from his ski mask with intensity. Then, in one violent push her entered her. She let out a yelp and his. We'd sworn our undying love for each other at about the age of about seven or eight, I believe. Those sentiments had cooled a little as we'd got older, but not by very much. Billie still always hugged and kissed me whenever we met."Christ, Billie, have some decorum will you. I'm supposed to be working here!" I managed to say once she'd broken her hello kiss and let me breathe again."Well, that's nice! No, "hello, Billie"; just, "get off me." You never used to say that when we were little.".