I have these nipple clamps I want to try on you. Desperate to try them on you. All night I’ve been imagining the creamy whiteness of your skin under...my fingertips. Imagining the colour, texture and tautness of your erect nipples as I grip them and pull them outwards but luckily for you I know the clamps exert quite a bit of pressure so I couldn't put them on you without preparing your breasts and labia first. I know that the best way to do this is to kneel to the side of you, lean over,. He looked at them without attempting to pick them up. ‘You?’ he choked out. ‘Yes, me,’ I said icily. He said nothing for a moment, and I maintained silence. Then he began, ‘How dare you, how dare you break into my private drawer, you sly bitch. You underhanded cow. Who gave you the right to pry into my desk? You have the morals of a nasty little housemaid….’ I let him rant and rave. The self-control and discipline of my childhood and youth reasserted itself. The self-respect I had forsaken. I want to be bad with you. I want to say things and do things I’ve been afraid to say and do.”“Even more than we’ve already done,” he said. “We’ve been pretty wild.”“I want to be a slut! I want to give you a blow job. I want you to eat me. I want 69. I want you to you fuck my ass.”Suddenly, I took off my flannel shirt and leaned back in the chair. I was so horny. I grabbed my tits and rubbed them, pinching and twisting my nipples. I unzipped my jeans and squeezed my hand in, spreading my legs,. My grip on Mia's sides tensed again. My fingers pressed into her. Amy's long Black hair whipped around her shoulders and her suddenly frightened eyes locked on her friend Mia and her father in the doorway. They also just noticed the floor beneath them was not entirely stable. In a blink of an eye, Chyler and Amy were utterly awake and scared to death."Oh, fuck me!" Amy shouted at the predicament.I squeezed Mia's sides again and dug my tented jeans into my daughters behind at Amy's loud and.