"Umm. And what are those for? And where are they going?" I asked, looking at the clamps and then at Rochelle. She laughed."Are you going to ask me tha... every time I pull something out of my suitcase?" she asked, ignoring my questions and asking one of her own."I just might. I have never really done much with the whole toys thing. Well beside using a vibrator," I said blushing. Rochelle laughed as she gently took one of the clamps and put it over my nipple then did the same to the other. She. “Yes” and then her voice broke and she was sobbing away. “What happened Lydia? Is everything OK there? You need any help?” I queried. Again she was quiet. Finally she spoke. “Nothing is right here. I am being battered and he is like animal. I can’t take it any more” she cried. I took her cell number and promised to call her in an hour.And I called her within the hour. And she spoke. And spoke. And spoke. At the end of it I asked her if she cared to come away to Mumbai and be with me. She. ..oh, I guess because I just always hoped to get to know youbetter."And in a weird way this was all true, so it was easy to pretend. I hadin fact followed his football career all that time.He was so nice. "Well, this must be my lucky night! I thought I wouldnot have a date, and now I have the prettiest girl at the Prom!"I could feel my cheeks burning now as I murmured "thank you", whichsounded so lame. But he gave me a little hug and led me out on thefloor.Needless to say I had little dance. My arms gave out and I fell with my cheek pressed to the mattress, his hands still holding my hips up, and it felt like I could feel his huge cock all the way up in my stomach. I started to scream and cry out and moan loudly, begging him to fuck me faster, to fuck his little whore. Five minutes later I came again, squeezing his cock tightly in my brutally used cunt, screaming as I came. But he wasn't done. I'd told him how I'd been using my toys on my ass ever since we started talking about.