Jumping in the back seat, giving her address, she’s relieved this ordeals about over, then begins thinking of the box, its contents, the next e-mail... the fucking clothespins. Remaining quiet, holding the box, wondering about the contents, not even remembering to ask the price, she watches out the window as the cab returns her to her neighborhood, slows to a stop in front of her residence. Cab paid, entering the house, she finds herself in front of the computer, box on the floor beside her. . . pinching and twisting them as hard and forcefully even harsher than most anyone could endure!She said in almost tears your hurting me as she winced and to my surprise actually pushed her chest and nipples out at me, making no effort what so ever to pull away, and keeping her hands obediently behind her head! She did not ask or say anything about my lessening or stopping this most sadistic and painful nipple abuse!I kept pulling and twisting them harder, and harder,..as I dug my sharp nails. Cindy attended to my every need. She was an angel. Towards the end of the week I started to feel a little stronger, so Cindy helped me take my first real bath in several days. It was like heaven to be able to soak in a tub. I took the time to shave my legs and underarms, and it was about all I had energy to do. After I dried off, I put on a new nightgown and promptly went to sleep in our bed. The next week I was up and about and feeling very good about myself. I loved the way my body moved and. She groaned once more cursing inwardly for his misleading her. he had Ellie light him the other candle, she was not amused being so close to a climax at her sister`s expense. Drips fell thick and fast now, wax matting her pubic hair into a red solid lump, odd drips having missed the thin Forrest had caused her to wince and grunt, though she had grown a little used to the tiny burns. In her heart of heart`s she knew that the next phase would be both the most painful and the most thrilling she.