She noticed that he hadn’t reached to the tray for the second clamp, but seemed to pick it out of the air. She looked down and in a flash of light s...w a chain connecting the two clamps. As the seconds passed, Ashley felt the exhilarating sensation of passing between pain and pleasure. She had never experienced a nipple clamp, but she loved to have her nipples bitten, and this experience was proving to be very similar, except it was ongoing. The clamps were staying in place. Ashley’s heart was. She only gave me the slightest appreciative smile and we continued talking as if nothing was going on. But she let me know she knew my mind as she began stroking her full belly with the palm of her right hand, every so often letting her thumb rub across the nipple of her fat tit. I couldn't help my eyes from wandering over that fertile young body as she sat there open-legged, toying with her nipple in front of me. I could almost swear she was encouraging me, taunting me, trying to see if I. It looked more like a series of market stalls than a normal shop with shelving, like the magazine store in the comedy show 'Big Bang Theory' only with tits and cocks rather than Spiderman and Batman. 'Movies are on the next floor up' came a voice from behind the counter. A middle aged man pointed to the stairs in the corner as two customers took a brief glance towards me before continuing their search through the paper porn. Not interested in the magazines I headed for the movie section. My legs spread wide for him relaxed down around him with my feet flat on his bed. While he is inside me I reach down and pull the comforter up over him to his lower back. We continue to make love like its nothing for what seemed for eternity. My son in perfect rythym as he is going in and out of me. I glanced at the clock on the desk and I thought about my husband and how he won't believe this is happening. What he will think when I tell him...if I tell him. I focus my attention back on my son.