.. and thankfully still had a lot of frozen food that hadn’t spoiled yet. There they found Chelsea Worthington and Cecilia Barros, of all people, bu...y cooking the breakfast ... pancakes with real butter and pureed plantain, with sausages and fried eggs on the side, washed down with some whole milk ... none of that skim or two percent BS.“Dear God, this is truly delicious!” Larry commented with pleasure as he ate the plantains, not being sure what to expect in this case.“That it is ... though. I want to know if reading this makes you hard. If you’ve thought of me the way I’ve thought of you. When alone, do you put your hands on your body and think of me too? Of how I’d touch you and how I’d make you feel. I think of you like this often.I think of you when I squeeze my breasts and flick my nipples between my fingertips. I think of the way your facial hair would feel on my skin as you kiss and suck on all of my most sensitive parts.I think of your fingers rubbing my clit and feeling. ” Talia was still struggling to relax, but as the thought about her nipples, and showing them off, she felt the first tingles that told her might be ok.“Tell me. Tell me about your nipples. Use your words, tell me how hard they are, how you like it when people look at them. Pinch them. Make them hard.”Talia stalled for a minute, getting over her awkwardness, but determined to at least try. She hated feeling like she had been. She hated ruining the first day of the long weekend. She had imagined. That pain had been far worse than the nipple clamp.“There, there,” Liz said, rubbing the back of my head. I couldn’t hear her through the headphones, but did feel the consoling rub on the back of the head.My other nipple was similarly clamped right after but I had learned my lesson about thrashing around.“He doesn’t seem to care for those,” Sherri commented.“Bah,” Jess said with a dismissive wave. “Look at the tip of his dick dripping there. He loves it.”‘Loves it’ was a stretch. The sensations.