When the last of them dies and goes to Hell, I think Satan is going to be out of a job. Seriously. Meet my favorite band of psychopaths. My biologica... father Franklin Shay is the prototypical womanizing corporate attorney. You can’t count on him for anything. Ever since he divorced dear old ma, he spends all his money on those big-booty black and Hispanic strippers he likes so much at strip joints in downtown Boston. My mother Elsa Shay is a community college mathematics professor by trade and. It came true when I left the school and met her after 2 years, when I was doing my engineering in computer science.I left the school but she was still in my dreams and in my fantasies, but I never met her, as I did not know where she lived. Nor did I go to school specially to meet her, as I felt awkward to go to school just to meet the teacher. One day, I was driving my bike in the evening and I found her in the market. She was there with her husband for shopping. I wished her and talked about. He laughed at her as the skin was pinched and he flicked the clamps, further increasing the pain and making her cry out again. But he knew it was enjoyable, knew the sensation would soon turn to pleasure. She writhed on the bed as the clamps bit further into her, nothing could she do, nothing but endure the cruel devices.She pulled against the restraints, arching her back as the clamps squeezed ever tighter as her nipples surrendered, she wanted to pull them off, wanted the pinching to stop,. Then asgracefully, as possible I let it slide off my body. Andthere I was – nude – for all to see. The young man whotook my coat never missed a beat as he handed Elliott aclaim check and pointed to the party going on in adownstairs ballroom.As we walked around I drew quite a few stares – therewere other women besides myself in various states ofundress – but I was the only one without any clothingwhat so ever. I was scared and excited all at the sametime. We made our way.