She eyed me pointedly. “Now the sand is stuck to my suntan lotion.”She was futilely trying to brush the offending prank from her back. I sniggered...and then reached over to assist her.“Oh, don’t bother,” she snapped, swatting my hand away.I shrugged. “Just trying to help.”Lara gave me a frown. “Next time, you can help by not putting sand on me!”“Whatever.”“Why aren’t you fishing?” Julie asked me.I shrugged. “Didn’t feel like it. Too hot, I guess.”“You should take a swim then.”“Maybe.”“Well, I. She knew she wouldn't see her 23rd birthday unless she changed and she was amazed when she realized she truly wanted to see another year pass by. So she quit. She quit the drugs with the help of a program. She quit the alcohol at the same time and in the same way. It was easier because she left porn behind at the same time.Still, life after porn wasn't easy, either. Few jobs are available for women who leave the industry. The jobs that are available don't pay nearly as well as fucking on camera. Her revulsion was complete and she dry heaved, but her stomach had nothing to regurgitate.Electrical clamps were fastened onto her nipples, the teeth biting cruelly into the sensitive skin, piercing and drawing small droplets of blood. The pain was excruciating, her nipples responded automatically, becoming hard points or pain centres. There were eight teeth on the clamps, she could feel each one as it pierced her skin and forced her nipple swell with blood.Without warning, he thrust his. I gathered my things and made my way out the restaurant and into my car. My original plan was to take her again that night, but she really pulled my card with that public blow job. If I had fucked her again that night, she would grow comfortable and believe she was dictating things. I was losing control. As I drove away, I could feel my stiff cock touching the bottom of the Audi steering wheel. The hound was pulling at the leash, begging to run after a pussycat.I pulled into my driveway a few.