. Trying to avoid immense pleasure or nagging dull pain is quite the feat sometimes. Either way you wiggle sometimes you're screwed. He places another...strand of rope through the pulley, and gives it a tug, pulling my right leg from my left exposing my freshly waxed slit. The cotton knot rubs deliciously against my clit making me squirm, which in turn pulls at the weighted clover clips on my nipples. I can't decide which I loathe or crave more. The mixture of emotions and sensations intense.. I. One week about three years ago she told me on Wednesday that she would like to go to the club that Friday so I prepared for a long night. The club had some interesting rules. For one, there was a five drink minimum, so everyone was well lubricated. Also,on Friday, the single guys had to stay at the bar until invited by a couple to the table or dance floor. We arrived about 10:00 and the place was very busy with mostly mature couples on the dance floor and mostly younger men at the bar. We. I thought I might have a heart attack but I nervously pulled the bow and saw it loosen. She turned back to me and slipped it off as I sat staring at her breasts. "As I said, she had fairly small ones, I would guess she was about thirty years old and they were very nice and firm. Her nipples were really standing out, like yours do when I've sucked on them, and I just sat there almost drooling. "She reached down and took one of my hands and placed it on her breast and asked me if I liked them.". “Boudoir? You mean, like, nude?” Dan blurted out quietly, a little surprised by Kelly’s confession.“Yeah, well, kind of. It’s all artsy, a lot of black and white, using different lights, and that, but, yeah, there has been some nude stuff,” she answered.“Well, I never imagined you’d be posing naked for some random guy to photograph you,” Dan replied, still shocked at what Kelly had just told him.“Oh, it’s not porn or like I’m using dildos or anything. It’s all artistic. I’m not ashamed of it, I.