" I placed my fingers in her mouth, and enjoyed her tongue swirling around them. Once the lube was gone, I pulled them out with a popping sound... and considered for a moment drying them in her hair, but decided not to muss her shoulder length blonde curls. "Kysa," I called, wiping my hands on a towel. "Front and center, crotch out." As the voluptuous brunette presented herself to me, I reached up and grabbed her breasts, enjoying their heft in my hands. I squeezed them, and. One pole goes above my tits and the other below and they are tied together at the end by a very long screw.As you tighten the screws the pain is slow in matrialising, but it comes, and i don't refer to it as a 'tit crusher' for nothing, it crushes them hard.Once you are satisfied with them you run your hands over my squashed tits, rubbing nipples, knowing how delicate and sensitive they are.Standing back from me, you look me up and down and admire your handy work. You walk round me, whipped. His bile rose and burned like the fires of Hell but he could expell nothing.Bishop Cruxton flailed wildly and fell unconscious on the steps, his head striking the edge of the stone to open a terrible wound on his bald pate. Cameras recorded every moment of his 'fainting spell' as his assistant later labeled it. Tape recorders caught his shrieking words before he'd been choked into unconsciousness, a screaming gibberish of 'devils, hell spawn, demons!'An ambulance was only moments away. The. They told me that I hit this man with my fist over and over again until his face was just a puddle of blood. I don’t remember the people trying to pull me off or my wife screaming for me to stop, I don’t even remember the cops hitting me with a Taser to end the assault. I became aware of things again when I was sitting in the backseat of a police cruiser with my hands cuffed behind my back listening to the officer read me my Miranda rights. I’m ashamed of what I did. I never wanted it to go.