Nothing more (although that had always seemed a possibility). Couldn't Jane be satisfied with just that? But, at the moment, her aversion to Charlie's...regrettable disfigurement made even that rather unlikely.Charlie returned with a Grande Filter Coffee (Fairtrade, of course) for himself and a glass and a plastic bottle of White Cranberry juice for Jane. He sat down opposite Jane and gingerly sipped from his still-too-hot cup of coffee while regarding her with evident apprehension. How should. Why was my cock staying hard thru all this pain what is happening to me. I never knew my nipples could get so big and puffy, that's when i noticed the clamps hanging from the top of the swing. Mistress Debbie must have seen the look on my face, that's right those are for your nipples, they will hurt and every time you move they will pull on your nipples and get tighter. As I looked at Mistress Debbie while she was talking to me the bulge under her skirt caught my eye again, she must have seen. Using both hands, I spread her labia and began licking up and down her thighs, pubis and labia. I was determined to clean her up as much as I could. After a good ten minutes of licking and teasing her with fingers and tongue, I finally moved onto her clit. Using thumb and middle finger I spread her pussy apart and sucked her clit. I sucked that fucker as hard as I could, almost as if it was a cock, thrusting my head back and forth as if giving it a blowjob. Grunting like a pig I started using. Could we have a barre and mirrors, just like at the dance studio? Please?" I pleaded. "Why of course", she said."That's necessary for any dancer. I will call the contractor tomorrow morning". That was such a special day in my life, as I have mentioned before, and a pivotal one too. Although I put on a sweater over my tee to stave off the chill of a New England late summer evening, I never took off my tights and ballet slippers the rest of that day until I went to bed. The next day I.