At least not yet. We’re waiting for something. The pain has yet to subside, and the readout on the monitor is scrambling to keep up with the outpu... of abbreviations and numbers. The tool inside is reading me, but it’s never taken even half so many measurements as this.Through shallow, rapid gasps I find the way to open myself. The tight, slippery ring around my cock has changed tempo, stroking me with more urgency and a far more delicately calibrated grip. It’s enough to split my attention. I like it when they tell me that I feel better than their wives or their girlfriends.”Miles sat intently watching her stimulating both of her tiny holes while she spoke to him in her 12 year-old subconscious realizing that she is a full blown seductress. He replayed what she had just told him and he blinked a few times and shook his head to try and break her witch like incantations of sexual contact with her and asked, “Whose girlfriends are you talking about?” Kristen said, “Like I’ve told. I kept on playing and beating her ass, I then stood up and sat on the sofa, hey cunt get naked in front of daddy. She stood up and took off the spaghetti and again went on her knees, a perfectly shaped naked girl sitting in front of me as my slave. What a scene it was, I grabbed the clothes clamps and put those on her nipples, she cried out loud as I put those, I held her and kissed her before putting, my hands explored her boobs and felt them nicely and then I put on the clamps, she went crazy. 3...5...10 minutes I waited. Turning to walk back to my house I heard the door open. There was Samantha in tiny pink cheerleader's shorts with a white wife beater on. Her hair was braided into pigtails and she was covered in sweat, dust and slightly smeared running makeup. I realized she must have been cleaning the salon and smiled. "Hi Samantha" I said I’m here to help. "Great Alex I really need some". She said it with a little twang in her voice. "Come on in" she gestured to enter and I did,.