I felt safe. I thought I can do this. She really loves me and it is just a fad, it will go away eventually. She'll get bored once she found what she's...looking for."See, I thought that you just might experience what you did. That it gave you a high but once it was all over you'd feel used and appreciate more of what we have. You know, when we drift off to sleep after making love – no matter if it is the tender stuff or a high energy fucking, you ARE the Goddess and not some trashy slut." But I. When i got home though i could not stop thinking about the scene or how his powerful hands had gripped me so tightly and how he lifted me off of my feet with such ease.As i was thinking this my cell phone rung and his deep voice came through the receiver when i picked up teasing "Thinking about me b*o" Hell no i said . Even though i was. the next few times we hung out at the end of the night he did not care where we were he would do these "play hugs" and i had let my guard down secretly. They weren’t talk shows anymore, they were a long string of advertisements. I really couldn’t fault that, but it made things pretty boring. But every once in a while, a personal tidbit would slip out, or the host would ask a question that brought an expression of pain. That was what I wanted. I rather find out why his child was estranged, or her marriage was failing, or that they were facing a terminal illness. How they handled those situations brought out the real person. It made much more. The pain seemed to reach its limit, as if her nipples, Kaala’s nipples, had been crushed to the point where the tortured nerve ending could scream no more.And then it got worse. The pain spread through her entire breasts and into her torso. She opened her eyes to see what they were doing and was horrified by what she saw. The metal bar was rising slowly, pulling up on Kaala’s nipples and breasts. Already they were being stretched and Kaala was up on the balls of her feet trying to relieve the.