I was very curious, but he did not continue with this topic. He was telling her what she has to get for their next meeting. He wrote here where to get...it. She should go Emanuel, he would already know that she is coming. It sounded like she did this several times before. Then he continued, that is time to tell me. He said that he knows that she would never leave me, but that he wants to be more open and wants me to at least know. Then I would be able to leave her or stay. He also wrote that I. As i hand the pad and pen to him,i look up,sweat forming on my upper lip,and tremble slightly as he takes them,I drop the pen and stammering i say how sorry i am,and i bend down to pick it up.As i kneel down apologising,saying how sorry i am,i feel a hand on my shoulder and hear this guy say"stop saying sorry,you've done nothing wrong,and i'm sorry for the dirty talk,but i get horny when i'm away from my wife,really miss her on these trips".i slowly look up,following your muscular legs. My tits were sticking straight out completely filled with blood. I picked up my nipple clamps and placed one each nipple. The pain was excruciating at first. After a minute the pain subsided to a dull ache. On the end of each clamp was a short string, about two feet in length with a metal lug nut large enough to fit over my thumb tied to the end. I then leaned forward and lowered myself onto my stomach. It was a slow process with out being able to use my legs. I wasn’t actually laying on. And you have to explain about Annie and Catherine." Oh. That's easy." She ignores the first part of my request. "When I was a teenager, everyone called me Catherine. I went to Catholic school. I hated it. Well when I was in college I met a boy and he called me Annie. He was my first. He was wonderful and warm and gentle and very excited. I was in love. Annie is who I really am, and Catherine has that job."I pick up her hand and turn it over. Looking at her fingertips, I ask, "Who was that.