Basically she would become more creative and focused on maximizing my pleasure as she would share that through the connection. In essence, she became ...y sex slave. This was powerful stuff. >,>,>, … After a few minutes I saw Emma come out of the restroom and she headed straight for my table and sat down. Using the link I had mentally directed her to take the chair so her back was to her friends at their distant table. She now seemed completely natural and comfortable with the link. It was. I went up and there were just a couple of men putting away the chairs, one of them was the one I shouted at for the chair earlier. I unplugged the cable and took it down and brought up some of my tools to put back into my car. The stern woman came up to me and said, “Have you got everything? They’re about to lock up?” She looked very uptight, prim and proper and seemed to be the type of person who liked to be in control. I said, “Nearly, couple more trips should do it.” She brushed past me. After the sad happenings it almost took a couple of months for myself to recover. Because i was the eldest daughter of my parents, where as i have a younger brother and sister who are just 8 and 6 years old. With out knowing what to in life i continued and finished my exams with the help of my friends. Here came the biggest task of my life. Now i am forced to find a job immediately, because i should provide good shelter, living and education to my family.My friends had helped me by sacrificing. I gasp but you ignore me and start to suck on my left nipple. Again you gradually increase the suction. I’m torn; do I want this nipple clamped quickly so it’s done or do I want you to delay the moment so that I can adjust to the pain in my right nipple. My thoughts are irrelevant; I have no choice in the matter. You are giving my left nipple your full attention, sucking it hard until it is fully extended. You attach the second clamp and both nipples throb. I have been so caught up in the drama.