I believe I will be left to this misery as I had been left before but once again my nipples are screaming their own song and I feel tremendous pressur... building at the base of those nipples. Some force is pulling them down and at the same time clamping to them. There is no sound of movement in the dark room only the constant pressure and pain in my tits. I determine that my kidnapper has attached some sort of weight to my nipples and if I move at all I can sense those weights attached in some. They’re yours. When Master bought you a few days ago he made a special trip. We went by your parents house.’ ‘Wait! He… He met my parents?’ Lacie asked, suddenly anxious. ‘Well… we did. I went with him. Master is many things, but a good judge of fashion necessities is not one of them. That’s one of the reasons he loves having Tara around. While he explained your situation to them, I picked out some clothes and small odds and ends. We couldn’t take much without rousing suspicion, but I was able. " Who did you have in mind then?" I asked."Mandy and Phil have a really good camera. They bought it to take movies of their grandc***dren, but I know that they use it for other, more private, things as well." Sally told me winking her eye suggestively as she spoke.Mandy and Phil are good friends of ours and we have known them for many years. We first met them along time ago when Mandy worked for the same firm as Sally. Mandy moved on to a different job but we still kept in touch and grew quite. She was delightfully chubby, not fat, but just a bit of meat on her bones. Her pale skin was contrasted by her red hair (eye brows as well) and the vibrant red shirt. Unlike all the other checkers working on their lanes, she was wearing a top that was not your typical cotton knit shirt. It was thin and silky and almost too stylish for a grocery store.The light reflected off the fabric and my eyes had immediately noticed that she was not wearing a bra. Her pert little tits, although not seen.