My breasts weren't the biggest you have ever seen, but I still liked them just the same. My nipples are very sensitive and I can get all worked up jus... by playing with them before even touching my pussy.I started massaging my breasts, slowly kneading them in my hands. I was careful to tease myself and not touch my nipples yet.Once I had pushed myself far enough, I took one of my nipples in between my fingers and started to lightly tug and twist it. As I was doing this it started sending shocks. Uncomfortable with so many eyes on me, I’m not sure how to proceed. I’m tempted to use my switches to make her wet, but think that it might be cheating. I think back to how Lela had first reacted to my touches, and how she'd only wanted to get it over with."If this is going to work," I tell them," she needs to do whatever I say." I look into the young alien's silvery eyes, before asking, "Can you understand me?"She jarringly nods her large head, and I can tell she’s just as nervous as I am.. With my hands cuffed behind me I could only rise upon my high heels and then back down on his cock. It was clumsy, but he wasdefinitely enjoying it. I got a good rhythm going, and he started matching mythrusts so he could fuck me good.He smiled at me and holding up the box he said, "You want it don't youDeAnn?"All I could do was drool over my ball gag, but I think he saw what hewanted to know in my eyes. He slowly turned the dials controlling both my buttplug and my nipple clamps. It hurt but. Older than she, but she felt she had the upper hand. "I'm Nancy Bradley," holding out her hand."I'm Mark Mason," taking her hand tenderly and holding it longer than necessary."Sugar?" Uh, what?" Sugar or milk?" Oh, yeah. Milk only."Nancy slid off the stool and let the seat hike her dress up close to panty level before it dropped back as she stood. She took a quart of milk out of the fridge, while the coffee machine gurgled."So, Mark, what do you do?" I write computer programs. That allows me to.