We paused for about 15 minutes for a soda break and to let the pain subside on Sean's face. I did not want to detract from what he felt next, so the b...eak in our activities was necessary.The next step in my plan was to break all 12 of his arm and leg joints with my stinger. I took a foot-square piece of plywood from my kit and shoved it under his elbow. That was to make sure that the bed did not soften the blow when I hit him with my stinger. I didn't say anything to Sean as I drew back my hand. "Don't complain, Brit," he chided, "soon you'llhave B-cup tits." When she looked down at them, theycertainly looked bigger. "Now we need the motor to make this go." Heconnected the wires from Lisa's "cigars" to a box, andhe placed an electrical switch, attached to the box,between the pipe and its stop. Lisa was heavier thanBrit, so if she did not support herself with her legs, herend of the pipe would drop and compress the switch. The torturer then lifted Lisa's end of the pipe and let. She was wearing a red, faux-fur trimmed coat with a hood and high black boots. ‘Yes, may I help you?’ Brad asked the young woman. He couldn’t help notice her stunning face and café-au-lait skin, dark expressive eyes and great legs. The rest, he left up to his imagination. ‘Merry Christmas from your secret Santas,’ Holly piped up. She gave him a quick once-over and knew things were going to work out just fine. Brad and she had never met, although she was well aware of the hot young. Then I gave it a small squeeze, reveling in the feeling of his shaft jumping at my attention. This felt like power, one I had never encountered before. I drank it like fine wine, loving the sound of his catching breath every time I applied more pressure.In the back of my mind, I compared the experience I was having with Paul to that I had shared with Irina some days before. This felt completely different, almost alien in its intensity. Everything with her had been scripted, safe. Our kisses had.