Perhaps metal clothespins? i lose count at 5. Pretty soon my tits are covered in pain again, each clamp no longer registering individually. And my nip...les are still on fire, though it is a little easier to tolerate. He slowly twists the ones on my nipples and i let out a stifled scream despite the gag. And i find myself biting the bit, teeth clenched. He moves to fondle my tits, grazing the other pins to inflame me further, and i hear myself gasping for breath. He goes back to the burning. "If I may say so, you are even lovelier than your photographs."Thank you, Mr. Becker." Aaron, please." Very well. Then I'm Denise and this is Kevin." Pleased to meet you both. Shall we order? I've been on the lake sailing all day and I'm starved." By all means."He motioned for the waiter who took their order."I hope you weren't offended that I insisted on meeting you before deciding on your proposal." Not at all. I have, of course, seen your picture many times, even watched you being. I lay myself down on my tummy and grabbed a couple of pillows and put them under me so my ass would be lifted."Fuck me like this George. Fuck me from behind." Oh yes, what a treat. You're sexy ass. I want to fuck that sweet boy ass."He got up behind me, fondling, kneading squeezing, massaging the cheeks of my ass. And he knelt lower and stuck his tongue into me. I felt the cool wetness and the stiff tongue and it drove my desire to another new level."I want something inside! I want your cock!. His curiosity took hold as he wondered who could be ringing him. Perhaps it was a wrong number, but as the unfound phone continued to ring persistently, he rummaged through his work papers and junk to find the receiver simply to end this confounding irritation. At last he found the phone cord and roughly jerked the receiver from under a pile of books.Moriarty: "Hello, who's this, you have the wrong number." He said crossly.He was greeted by a vaguely familiar feminine voice: "Good evening, is.