"Hey that's just what mine was like! Al, why didn't you just tell people you weren't me?" "Because people would have thought I was crazy! You've been...in a coma for six days. For a while they weren't sure if you were going to make it or not - so I just kept my mouth shut and -ahem- ...carried on." Heidi looked at 'her' suspiciously. "What do you mean by... carried on?" The lovely face Al showed to the world flushed a little with the thought of how he had carried on with Scott. Sex with Heidi's. He produced two golf ball sized weights. The hooks attached to the weights let her captor easily attach them to the nipple clips. Each weight was followed by Megan’s loud squeal. Megan tried to shake her head no, but quickly found that the movement made the weights swing, tugging on her already tender nipples. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic protests and pleas. “If you don’t move too much, you might get used to these” Michael said almost casually. There was no doubt he was. Holmes. We value our clients’ privacy very much. After all, we’re named Discreet.Me: Oh!Receptionist: It’s just a tool to determine whether a potential client and our company will be a successful match. We will destroy the results of the test later.Me: Hmm.Receptionist: We will never ask for personal information, like a home address. We do ask for immediate down payment of 2000 after the contract is signed.That’s pricey, and the test still sounds invasive. But if I don’t do it, I won’t find out. I'm rock hard. I get closer and I can smell your scent. Delicious, sweet, a little musky. I didn't think I could get any harder. I want to kiss your thigh right at the bottom of your shorts, but I don't want to risk waking you. Hell, I really want to grab you and lick your pussy, but that's insane. Instead I blow gently up your shorts, trying to focus my warm breath on your pussy. I look up at your face and I see your lips part and your breathing gets a little deeper, your chest heaving up,.