I said yeah, that's for me. "Sign here?" he said quietly, and I put a squiggle on the machine.It had been a hot day and I felt a little sorry for him ... he looked a bit hot and flustered. So I said "you look like you could use a cold drink" He smiled and said thanks. As I walked back into the kitchen the click of my heels echoed loud as he followed me. I poured him a drink and I could see that he was thirsty."Busy day?" I said, as I leaned back against the worktop, and he replied "Manic" with a. One would arrive as Subject H was waking for the day – she had given us access to her house to allow this. They would undress and climb into bed with her and start nursing her. They would switch off every other morning for who was with her. At ten am, Subject H would pump herself each day rather than having someone stimulate her. Two pm, she usually came to the Institute, and she and I would lie together in one of our special rooms as I sucked her tits as instructed to help them begin to. At first I could not see what she was doing. When she moved to the side a little, I saw her trying to put a nipple clamp on that huge nipple. It was the kind that screws down, entrapping the nipple in a tight grip. When she was satisfied that it would hold, she did the same to the other nipple. When she had the clamp on the second one, she backed up a little to admire the jewelry adorned breasts.The nipples stood erect with the clamps flattening them. The chain hung between her breasts from one. I felt the most wonderful intimacy between us, and it had nothing to do with fucking, with intercourse. However, the 'intercourse' we were having was something apart from that; something just as intimate, though not in the typical physical sense when thought of during intercourse---and I was happy with this!Tara continued to cuddle up next to me as I stroked my penis, in ever increasing urgency. We were both staring at my hand pumping up and down my shaft. My pulse was racing faster and faster,.