My nipples were being flattened like a pancake! The pain from my nipples was now uppermost in my mind. The steady, intense pressure from the C-clamps ...as like a hot nail driven through my poor rosebuds that wouldn't go away. And even worse, from my standpoint, I knew that the pain from the clamps could and probably would get worse as he continued to fuck me and I continued to orgasm. At least with those binder clips last week, the pain was terrible and intense, but it was what it was. It was. They were mass produced, and I could borrow as many pairs as I liked, if I decided to continue this little venture. My entrance was just as smooth as last night, and as I crept into Jaiden's room I reflected that we really needed better security. This time he woke right as I was finishing his second wrist. I froze, realizing I hadn't had time to tie his legs down, but he remained still. "You're back." "Mm," I made a soft noise of agreement, and his head hit the pillow again. "Why didn't you gag. "How could I notsee the risk of allowing someone to access my computer?Yes he had to admit it was fun and exciting when she was telling him whatto do on cam; but all sense of pleasure and enjoyment had disappearedright after his orgasm. And within minutes that enjoyment was replacedfirst with trepidation and then outright fear and despair. Now here he wasshaving his body for the first time ever; not because he wanted to, butbecause he had to.Tom didn't really give much thought to the order in. What no one else knows is that he’s sexting me while I’m in class, discussing the theme of revenge in Macbeth. The class giggles as my cell phone chimes. I hold up a finger to silence them as I read my message, and immediately feel a rush of heat flood my body. Him: Hey gorgeous. I have to know what panties you’re wearing. Me: Purple lace boyshorts Him: Mmmmm…purple. Want to fuck? Me: Hell yes. Where and when? Him: The field house during your planning block. Me: I’ll meet you there at 9. I.