Now she’s violently shaking her head and screaming, “Plllleaaassee noooooo….noooooo,” at the top of her lungs. The torturer unhooks the clamps...extending her breasts and they snap back into place, now swollen and painted with red welts and puncture wounds. The man plays with her abused tits for a minute, twisting her nipples hard right where the clamps had dug their metal teeth in. She cries and shouts in pain, but the onlookers know this is only the beginning.The torturer then smiles wickedly. You feebly try to push me away and keep it decent but I don't budge. Your weakness tells me that you want it a whole lot more than you are worried about decency. I hold your neck firmly, tracing your jaw as my other hand presses against your dress and panties. The wet warmth is so intense there that I can tell now from an inch away, my own throbbing answer being rubbed outside my jeans as you reciprocate the lustful motions. I take my hand away from your face and unlock the door, us. Then she knelt higher to kiss and lick his piercing. I could see the pre-cum glistening on the end of his cock, and she delighted in licking it off his stainless-steel barbell. Gibson was enjoying the show himself. I loved the eager attention he was getting from Jessica, and I know he likes to see the way I smile when I watch him getting pleasured by someone else. “Damn Kelly, you should have your friend over more often! Maybe she can be around on those days we miss each other because I work. I realize that what i said was not smart at all. it was really a pretty dumb thing to say. i shouldn't try to be smart, sue says. i'm sorry is say. i know she is right.sue says it took me a long time to learn to write my own name. every night i had to write it five hundred times in a notebook. i don't know how many times five hundred is but it must be a lot. she says she taught me to write with big round letters and to do the i at the end with a big circle. do you remember how to write.