She gives a whimper — almostas though she is crying — and her breath comes in judders. She feelswarmth around her neck and breasts, a prickling in...the skin, almost likea rash, and she knows what will shortly happen. Helena eases the lips of her vaginaapart. Jo feels the cloth go in, just a little at first. Another wave ofexcitement sweeps through her. Wetness drips from her. Her knees quake violently. Her hands, still over her breasts,suddenly and involuntarily begin playing with them. She. I said’ Now it’s my turn” as she stood in front of me pumping my cock and cupping my balls.The whole thing was so exciting and dangerous with her husband and my wife able to walk in any time.I said “It’s good, I’m gonna cum very soon”She said “How are we going to do this, I don’t have anything to wipe up after?”I said “ Put your mouth over me, swallow it”She said” But I never had anybody cum in my mouth, not even E***(husband)I said “ You don’t have a choice, I’m about to cum”I pushed her head. I'm so horny. Please, Laura, do it. Pinch them, bite them. Put that nasty clamp on my boobs." You're so bad," Laura smiled, kissing her. "Can't we do anything normal?" We just did something normal. Now I want to do something perverted."With a half smile, Laura reached under the bed and pulled out the nasty clamp. It had been there since the night with Earlene. They both looked at it, hypnotized, running their fingers along the hard rubber bars, both recalling the pain of their breasts crushed. Finally she pulled out a small box, and a vial. She confirmed that, todate, I had been receiving quite heavy doses of a hormone cocktail toassist in my mental and physical transformation. But now was the timeto switch to a steadier regime of medication. Filling the syringe, shetold me that she would inject my thigh with a 'sleeper', a large dosethat would only slowly leach into my system, over a matter of months,similar to the injections in my chest, maintaining an appropriatehormonal balance.