Nevertheless, he read me a list of rules set down by the Interior Ministry for our ‘moral health.’ Although but a Captain, rank is meaningless for...these fellows when dealing with the Army. Grazdhanin is a colourless ‘apparatchik’ with few redeeming qualities. One expects a certain affability between soldiers of the same side, but these expectations do not extend to the NKVD.Our ‘moral health’ is endangered, apparently, through needless fraternisation with our Capitalist allies. All contacts. Now that one excited my wife. Twat also had another piercing in her sternum. Ouch that must have hurt.I listened as the girls told my wife stories about getting pierced. I could tell that my wife was getting excited about it. Twat said something about taking my wife to her piercing studio the next day. Somehow that excited me even more. My cock really hurt now and I was very uncomfortable..Twat looked at me and said, “Do you want us to take care of that for you?”I was simply too much in lust. The pain made me so excited.“You are so cute when you beg,” Angela moaned. “Mmm, and you are wet. I can smell you. You’re such a slut. You want me to inflict you with pain.”“I do,” I moaned, my fingers clenching. My wrists burned, rubbed by the rope. “Clip me! Please!” She grabbed a second and attached it next to the first. I groaned at flare of pain. I shifted, both clothes pegs pulling on my tits. Then a third. A fourth. She followed the curve of my breast down and around. My nipple leaked. When I got outside I called another place and they told me the price and location. It was only a few blocks away so I walked there. I called again to figure out the real location and everything. This time when I got to the apartment a young chick answered the door and she let me in and led me to a room. She asked me what I wanted and I told her 1 hour and gave her $200. She put the money in her sweatpants and started to undress. She told me to get comfortable so I undressed. I asked her how old.