I feel him lean down and pick something up. It sounds like a chain clinking. He continues rocking his cock in and out of me slowly then leans over s...ightly and I feel one clip on my erect nipple and then the other. A stinging, pleasant pain courses through my responsive nipples as the clamps latch onto each nipple. My pussy tightens and moistens at the gentle, erotic pain coming from my nipples. He picks up the pace as he fucks me. “Do you like that slut?”. “Tell me how much you like. You have also made me feel much better about myself with the nights we have spent together. The problem I am having is with those nights." What is it Kenny?" Marta asked, "Are we not coming over often enough, or maybe too often?" No Marta, it is not that. My problem is the way things are going; I kind of feel like I am being used. You never ask me to come to the main house, and we don't go out in public on dates or anything; it's like you are ashamed to be seen with me. It's even shown by how. She looks rather pensive. She probably wants to stop me, but hesitates and lets me continue for the present. I take it slowly understanding that it wouldn’t take much to scare her off. She seems inexperienced with men. My hands drift to her ankles and then to her calves to start to massage the muscles there under the blanket. I look up at her and she’s giving me a stern look. Is the game over?I return a sheepish goofy look and she laughs. I am now massaging her knees and all the nearby flesh.. Its never fair to ask me howI feel about anything if you're a dominant man because you know all I cando is listen. No panties with the pantyhose and his hand never far frombottom, although I will allow a pantyliner for a modicum of modesty. Theidea was to get me used to it. Get me used to being handled in a publicplace. We met some people. This is Yvonne, say hello to Kevin Yvonne. Lethim see what a pretty dimwit you are. That was new being called a dimwitand it made me feel a little sad.