"Charles Dandridge! Don't you dare apologize to her. That 'little sore' Mary feels is a badge of honor and any woman would be proud to wear it. So let...her have it. She would have told you to stop if it was a real problem. Just take 'No' for an answer if she's too sore to do anything for the next day or so. And be real gentle if she tries to convince you she's OK."Jack said, "You think you're sore now. Wait till you get tailpiped."Mary got a confused look on her face, then realized what Jack. She came out screaming due to wetness and I saw her blouse stuck on her boobs which were raveling the round shape of them. I had a hard on seeing her in that moment and I wanted to feel those, but I was scared to do any improper approach.Later, I started to masturbate multiple times thinking about her; I always tried to hunt for a chance to see those boobs. As the days went on, one day while we were talking she complained about her neck pain and back pain. I wanted to use this opportunity I. Daryl yanked the chain on her nipple clamps so hard they came off, causing Olivia to cry out loudly. Who knew that having them pulled off like that hurt worse then having the clamps in place? Daryl soothed her right nipple with his tongue and Steve followed suit with the left one.Ray continued playing with her pussy, opening, and closing the tongs, while he sucked on her clit. The feeling of three tongues on her was decadent. She spoke for the first time since Daryl and Ray had arrived a couple. She sat in my chair with me at night. Her naked body settling into mine as we played some idiot CD she liked. I was a wreck. Worst of all - the absolute nail in my coffin, was the dawning realization that I loved her. I treated her like hell. I did everything I could to drive her away. I did it for her. When she laid under me and tears streamed down her face as I fucked her, I would inwardly cheer. This was it, I would think. She'd finally had enough. When I would feel the soles of her feet on.