]The sun settles upon the bustling city and it is only then, all manner of questionable characters come out to play. Of course that is what the proper...people say and luckily for you, you do not consider yourself to belong to that particular and quite boring group. After all years of practicing "the craft" have taught you many lessons about what others, both friends and enemies alike, consider being proper.You leave your safe house, fresh from few days of rest. That scuffle with the city guard. In one swift movement, he had grabbed Morgan and twirled her savagely, her face grazed against the stone walls. He was directly behind her, pressing his hard body against hers and deftly removed the dagger from her skirts to holding it to her throat. Gripping her tightly he could feel her beautiful soft curves through the layers of silk and satin, and to his surprise his reaction was strong, instantly feeling himself swell and grow with the sensation. Moving his head to press against her ear. I’m led to the center of the room and Hung Master presses a button on a remote in his hand and I hear a buzzing noise. Looking up I see a spreader bar being lowered down from a cable. Once it gets low enough, my wrists are cuffed to either end of the bar and them Hung Master pushes the button once again and the bar starts to rise until my arms are stretched wide above my head and my feel are just barely on the floor.Mistress Becky steps forward with a pair of nipple clamps. She sees the look of. I couldn't believe what I saw. Alison had two perfect tits, fairly large for her age but wonderfully perky, topped off with two bring pink nipples that would have poked somebody's eyes out if they weren't careful.Kim and I continued to work on her friend, quickly bringing about her second orgasm of the night. She shuddered once, then threw her head back on my shoulder, pressing her tits further into my hands. Kim had caught Alison's clit between her lips and was humming like crazy. Alison's.