I felt her hands in my hair pulling me up, to he breasts.I looked at her."What do you want?" I asked."Open the last button, open my dress and take my ...ra off. I want you to"—She hesitated"What?" I asked.I want ... I want you to suck my tits." She sounded tense, almost fearful."Please? They're so hard they hurt. Please, kiss them and make it better"?I opened her dress and pulled it completely open, leaving her pink lace bra and panties exposed. and cupped her lace covered breasts, feeling their. Defeated. I slowly walked over to him as he leaned his hand out to me. He took my hand and wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear “Don’t you ever do that again”. I said “Yes sir”. He the said “I have a new book for you in my closet on the hamper. Run up and get it and we’ll read it together”. My grandmother reminded me to to be a good girl and left for Bingo. I returned to him with the book. He took it and motioned for me to sit in his lap. I sat down and we. Even with the pins gone, the elastrator bands had to be cut by Lisa. They had put such an amount of pressure on the areolas for so long, that they wouldn't slip forward toward the nipple anymore. Daphne knew that their removal would be extremely painful, the same way it hurts so bad when strong clamps are left in place for a very long time and then are suddenly removed. Lisa cut them and brought Daphne to tears again. Her nipples were instantly on fire again and it felt like they were pierced. "Cool. It's ninety-something in Galveston today. And here we're wearing sweaters."I leaned back against him. "Maybe we need to work out a deal with Uncle Lars. Summer here. Winter in Texas." That's an interesting idea," he said. "But where do we work in some Alabama time?" Oh, I know. I got some jealous comments from our friends. And they want us down there soon." I did regular emails and the occasional Skype session with that bunch of lunatics in Alabama. There's a connection that I just can't.