” She dropped her hand and left us to talk.“See what you did, she’s overwrought. She got the call on the bus ride here. Don’t be bitches about...this, OK?”Their posture changed as we walked to the hotel, where Brigitte was laughing very hard, unable to keep the pretense going. I was suddenly attacked by slaps from both girls. Nothing actually connected or hurt, but it was a nice moment while it lasted.“Thank you for that, Lover,” Brigitte quietly said walking up to Mom and Ally who were giving. Still there were only so many times a week I could do it at school, and like any risky thrill I found myself craving more. The next risk I remember taking was so obvious in hindsight I don't know why I hadn't done it earlier. Our back yard was well fenced, but the neighbours could see into one half of it. The other half was completely private though - a fact I took advantage of whenever I sunbathed in my bikini - so one day when the family were out I locked the front door, walked out to the. Then he tied the rope to the beam, leaving her stuck in that position.Andy produced a small metal chain with three hooks on, one at either end then one in the middle. He knelt down next to Liz and attached the hooks on either end of the chain to the nipple clamps. On the 3rd hook in the middle he attached a metal weight. The weight visibly pulled at Liz’s nipples and she let out another long groan. He continued, attaching several more weights to the hook. Each time Liz’s groan became louder and. I exclaimed, "Oh no! Mr. Burton, please. I don't want to screw things up."He smiled, kissed my forehead affectionately and said, "Sweetheart, relax. You won't screw anything up. You're going to make them infinitely better. Trust me on this."I sighed and let him lead me inside. We went down a long hallway I didn't know existed. There were no secretaries or receptionists here. There was just a narrow corridor that connected Mr. Morris's office, the six VP's offices, and a large conference room..