Night time came. Greta and I ate. We sat down. We were alone. “Greta, I have to ask you a question,” I said. She turned to me and asked what it wa.... “You know many a man must and probably do find your sister Francesca prettier then ever, right?” “She is a very, very pretty girl. I know she is that. She is prettier then I am,” Greta said. “No, she isn’t, I said. “Anyway, how did soooo many men get passed up? How is it that soooo many boys and men let her get away?” “Francesca knows what she. "You do have beautiful breasts my dear. I'm sure you've been told that many times."He then showed her the gift he had for her. She had never seen anything like it."I bought this with you in mind right after I met you. And I've dreamed of the day I could use these on you." What is it?" She asked curiously not wanting to sound too naive."Why these are nipple clamps my dearest." he said as he was getting ready to loosen up the little screw on the end of one and then he opened the black leather. After a minute or two, what I had just witnessed was just starting to sink in. I replayed the whole thing in my mind. David had been completely naked, his hand stroking up-n-down the full length of his hard cock. He honestly was very good looking with that athletic body of his. While I hadn't taken any time to really check him out in the past, I had seen enough this time so that I could tell he had a nice size cock and he was taking good care of it from what I could see.After I went back into. I try to find my voice, to tell him to please, let me feel is dick inside of me, to stroke me, but my throat is so dry from all of the screaming that I’ve done that I can’t make words. He must have sensed my situation, read my mind, for I laugh as he doesn’t miss a beat, goes over, pours me a glass of ice water, hands it to me, kisses my lips softly and goes back to licking my coochie. I take a few sips, my throat burning because it’s so dry, then once I find my voice, I ask him to please.