My hips twitched and I began moaning softly as my body teetered on the edge. I started to turn my head to watch Brad working my nipple, when I caught ...ovement out of the corner of my eye. I looked back up and swore I caught a glimpse of red at the top of the stairs. Shit! This would be the one time Ashley decided to come back downstairs. I was going to tell Brad to stop, but didn't see or hear her and began to wonder if I hadn't seen anything in the first place.I slowed my rocking and was. He repeated it until 10 needles sticked in her slut titties. Blood run down her tits. He took the push pins and pinned two from each side through her long stiff half inch long nipples. Bena seemed to fall in trance. That knocked her out for at least 10 minutes. When she awoke the only thing she felt was increadible horny pain. She saw her body in the mirror over her at the top and remained shocked. She was now totally helpless. Extradited to some crazy perverts. Her wildest dream became true.. Then we kissed again as we stood in front of the bed. “Well, you know what? I'm the lucky one, I love you Amber,” Jack said. “I love you too Jack,” I replied. Then we began making out for a minute and then I had laid down on the bed. His hands started to go down south towards my crotch. “Hey, I didn't say we were having sex,” I said. “I didn't say that either,” Jack replied. Then he started undoing my pants. He pulled them down along with my underwear. “Did you take any birth control today?”. Maybe he’d been too young and too stupid to see how unhappy she was. Tired, yes, she’d always looked tired, but underneath her puffy, crinkled face he now saw something else. And the reason he saw it now, was that he’d seen a tiredness like hers before, almost a year ago, in Paris.He’d been there to model in a Dior fashion show and doing a shoot for Elle magazine. The latter had left him exhausted in a dressing room at the back of a photo studio – sipping Spanish Cava. Honor would meet her.