Each time my phone lit up I answered it hoping it was Lauren but it was somebody else. Each hour of Saturday made me lose hope. Finally I got a call...from her on Sunday and my heart was throbbing. It was moment of truth time. ?Hi Dylan, I decided to give you another chance.? She said as if she didn’t have a care. ?Thank you so mu-? I began to say?Don’t fucking interrupt me!? she yelled and then continued, ?My parents are going to Aruba the whole break. You will come here at 10 am and if. ‘Th.. thank you. Do you need help getting these to your car?’ I started to say no, but Brenda said it was all part of the service, so I accepted her offer. She pushed the trolley, and I walked behind. She was much older than me, attractive in her own way, hair coloured and neat. A little matronly, I thought, but still found my eye drawn to Brenda’s backside as she pushed the trolley. I directed her to the corner spot where I was parked. I was still sporting a semi, it had been a week or so. Scarlett turned to him, beginning to talk while noticing his eyes quickly moving off of her breasts. “You really need to be more descriptive and use more details,” she stated. “Like what?” he replied. “Like… okay, here, we’ll try this,” said Scarlett, placing her hand on John’s abs. “Tell me what you feel in detail,” she said, running her fingers over the hills of rock on his stomach. John paused, quite surprised by Scarlett’s blunt action. However, he certainly wasn’t going to complain.. Therefore, on the next occasion we met and the nipple clamps lay waiting on the pristine white cloth of the bedside cabinet, I did not flinch when she took them, clipping one to herself and the other to one of my nipples. We were to bear - and enjoy - the same level of pain and pleasure together. My reaction on being clamped for the first time in my life was instant. Two fingers were thrust roughly in her as she lay on her back. I worked them relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the .