While the day draws to its hectic close, your hand, almost like it has a life of its own, keeps checking your phone for messages, only to have it mock...you with its colourfully barren display. Finally you are able to leave the office. It is nearly 9pm as you make your way to the tube, feeling exhausted, despondent, disappointed. Like a conveyor belt of revellers, the car is busy dispersing people throughout town on their way to a night out, dressed to impress and smiling at the prospect of the. "Let's see how these ears taste. Oh aren't these *delicious*! Yummy yummy!" Suddenly she went into a feeding frenzy on my ear, making my whole body break into goosebumps. Then I found out why she was holding my head so tightly. She knew I would try to get away when she shoved her tongue into my ear. It damn near drove me crazy."Stop it!" I giggled, weakly attempting to escape."Stop it some more!" She teased with a momentary pause from her meal. My chance came when she relaxed a little and put. Now she’s violently shaking her head and screaming, ?Plllleaaassee noooooo?.noooooo,? at the top of her lungs. The torturer unhooks the clamps extending her breasts and they snap back into place, now swollen and painted with red welts and puncture wounds. The man plays with her abused tits for a minute, twisting her nipples hard right where the clamps had dug their metal teeth in. She cries and shouts in pain, but the onlookers know this is only the beginning. The torturer then smiles. “I think I’d better say, you will need to keep your weight off my chest, it might be easier if you support your weight with your forearms, is that alright?” “Yes, I’ll try.” He answered.Alan looked at the nightie that covered her body, her chest had two small lumps, he guessed these must be her nipples. Smiling up at him, she said, “do you want to lay on top of me now Alan?”Remembering that he needed to keep his weight off her, Alan carefully lowered his body over hers. It was uncomfortable,.