First I was the mother. My brother was the child and he acted as if he was crying & I were to do all things that will make him stop crying. I was sing...ng a lullaby, put him on my lap, patted & so on. Finally I took a bottle & kept it in his mouth as if it was a feeding bottle. My brother started sucking it & stopped crying. Now it was my turn to be a child. I decided that I wont give up. I started to cry. He tried all that I tried to stop me crying, but I was not giving up.Then he tried patting. "What?" She asked. "Call your husband" I said "Tell him that you're having a great time, and that we're back at the room safe and sound." Tell him you love him." As Daniella picked up her phone and dialed her husband, I sat her down on the bed and unbuttoned my shirt...I loosened my belt and pulled out my dripping cock just as she said, "Hi honey!" She looked up and gasped and tried to continue her sweet check-in conversation. I hear her say what I had asked her to say...and then I heard her. P.. please Master.. not the clamps.. please...." she begged, knowing from past experience just how much they hurt her.Ignoring her pleas, he rolled her right nipple between his thumb and index finger until it was nice and hard. She shut her eyes tightly, not wanting to see that vicious clamp. As soon as she felt the teeth digging into her nipple, she let out a groan. He then repeated the process with her left nipple. "How does it feel, slave?" She looked down at her nipples for a few brief. "Oh, you do have sexy melons too, Bionca, I've seen them a few times before, but I really had to feel to know how dazzling they are." It's alright, Joe; if Tricia here wants to let us have sex in the future, I think we can make up for lost time. Just don't get me pregnant; get Tricia pregnant." Well, I'm not ready to be a mom, but thanks."I grabbed his shoulders and used them for leverage so that I could thrust my twat even better. We both made it happen, and we had the couch shaking again.