"Sorry," he replied with a warm smile.His hand went on, spreading Rachel's robe as it went. She was sitting quite demurely with her legs together, and...as his fingers reached the bottom of her torso, they played across her panties above her lap. Back and forth they ran, then dipped inside the thin waistband. He caressed her abdomen with the back of his hand, at the same time feeling the softness of the garment on his fingers.He leaned in for a brief kiss. As he did this, Rachel closed her eyes,. He let the pliers clamp down on her right nipple, eliciting a cry of pain, then twisted hard clockwise. "Heeelp!" she cried, her voice cracking. "Someone please help, oh God, oh God!" Pleased with this reaction, Lennie twisted again, this time counter-clockwise. More screams. He released the nipple, which was purple and bore the impression of the grooves from the pliers. The girl was crying like a child now, in hitches, her chest heaving. Lennie licked her injured breast, rough. Carl’s hands don’t matter. Right now, his cock doesn’t matter. My eyes glaze over, my elbows hurt, my breath bursts out of my chest in the closest thing to a roar you’ll ever hear from me. Carl and Sonia roar right along with me, and despite the rapidly spreading numbness in my arms and chest, I reach the top. Lockout! Carl grabs the barbell out of my hands and pulls it back onto the hooks. “Yes! Yes! Yes! You’re a fucking machine! Shit yeah!” I can’t discern who’s saying what, the. Someone was at the door. I got out of bed and the knocking resumed."Hold your horses, I'm coming," I hollered out.I put on some pants, and some slippers, which I kept by my bed. They had been a treat to myself, to combat the cold floors. After putting on my pants and the slippers, I slipped on a heavy robe and made my way to the door.Opening it, I saw it was my boss, sheriff Carl Wangle. I told him to come in and stop letting the heat out. After shutting the door, I went to my pot bellied.