“Mistress,” he said one night. “My nipples are still puffy and swollen.”“Hmmm,” Karen said, looking at his nipples. They definitely were s...ollen more than last week.“Have you been using the nipple clamps again?” she asked.“No,” he lied, “I mean, well…, only a few times, Mistress. They hurt a bit, but I like how they feel.”“Have you been using the cream?” Karen asked, “That should help.”“Yes Mistress. I’m on the third tube already,” Jamie said, “Think I should see a doctor?”“For puffy nipples?. Maybe they would point us toward other targets. It looked to me like we really needed to find more ISIL members to question, but we did at least have a starting point.Oops! Here's an oddity. Who ever heard of a place called "Honey Bee?" There was a shipment of 4,500 typewriter ribbons and 20 cases of cigar lighter flints. Now that was a weird shipment to go with the crazy location. It sounded to us that the typewriter ribbons were cartridges for an AK-47 and the flints were RPGs. The problem. She was biting her lower lips after every squeeze and was letting a hissing sound release through her lips. My dick had swollen to unimaginable size while I watched her with thorough excitement. Soon my mother fell flat on the cot stretching her entire body. Her fingers descended onto the petticoat and a gentle pull was all she did to release her waist and below from the cover. She lifted her legs, folded them to push the petticoat through and out of her feet. My heart was beating fast while my. I don’t want her falling too much more in love with you, and this is going to be nearly impossible if she’s carrying your baby in a few days time…however she need’s a large male dick in her belly….and your the only man I know that I can personally and trust…and you will fuck Susan completely… and not hurt her in any way.The Event Proceeds:Wednesday afternoon was tense, at least with me. Susan knew of course that Al was coming over for an early dinner.