I took the nipple clamps off. She gave a sharp, animal-like, cry in the back of her throat as the blood started to rush back and feeling returned in a...wave of pain. Minutes went by before she regained the use of the muscles that allowed her to talk."Th, th, thank you," she stammered, hardly able to form the words, "I'm sorry. Please stop this. I'm sorry." I stopped it before and look what happened. Why should I stop it again?" I, I, I know. I can't bear this any more though. Over and over. Her tits were big enough, plump enough to show the maturity and nourishment it had for those years.Her neck, flowing to lovely curve to her shaped shoulders. The shoulders I noticed the first time I saw her with her shoulder exposed top.Her waist line had the kind of curves i love. The hourglass waist flaring out to plum hips and round handful ass! I so felt like reaching out and grabbing them instead of the clothes from the machine while we were at the laundry.Weeks passed by and I started. His balls erupted, spewing forth as if shot from a cannon and again his cock flourished, a torrent of cum erupting onto my breasts, unleashing all from his body. I bent down and captured him in my mouth, nursing on his cock as he emptied the rest of his essence onto my tongue. At the end, I released him, my fingers moving up the shaft tightly and forcing a last ooze of cum from the tip. My tongue reached out and gathered it on the tip, returning it to my mouth and slowly swallowing. Slowly,. What? Her fingers exploredher sex carefully, fingertips along the edge, lightly tracing just onthe inside. A single finger dipped between her slick lips. Musclesalong the length of her vagina tightened. A second finger joined thefirst and her pussy gripped both fingers greedily. The people...they... people...Senator O'Neal froze. No. No, this isn't right.A polite knock made her squeak, a sudden rush of fear pushing away herneed to cum. "Senator O'Neal? We have thirty minutes until we.