The date with Marvell was indeed a great time for Emily. Marvell had picked a good restaurant and had reserved a nice booth in the back. Conversation ...tarted with the usual. Emily discussed her career as an engineer and Marvell told her stories of playing soccer in college, being on a pro team for a while followed by going into business. Emily made sure to hang on every word, leaning forward at the table and pressing her breasts together while looking Marvell in the eyes intently. Emily allowed. They were soon ready to resume the torture. The woman attached strong clamps with sharp teeth to my nipples, raising the volume of my screams to a new pitch. The pain was incredible when the sharp teeth on the large, strong clamp bit down into the tender flesh of my nipples and the blood started flowing freely down the underside of my tits.She attached cords to the clamps and pulled, stretching my tits out farther than I would have thought possible. She tied the cords to a post several feet in. After about fifteen minutes or so when our breathing had returned tonormal, Allison looks over at me and says, "I never knew painting a roomcould serve as foreplay," and I giggled. "But seriously," she continued,"If we're ever going to get the painting finished we'd better get backto work," and she slaps me on the ass and gets out of bed.As I got out of bed I looked around the bedroom and exclaimed, "Oh,Darn!" What's the matter?" Look at the bed," I said, "we'll never get the paint out of. .Dawn. Ahhhhhhhhh......Dawn was a petite high maintenance woman in her 40’s when I was still in my mid twentys. ,,,,,,She was what we called a “Short Hills” girl. Well educated, born into money, would probably never work and spent her time on charities and shopping. She was very quiet and owned the condo next to mine but in a different town house. Our condos were grouped two on the bottom and two on the top with four separate garage doors on the front ground level. Actually the front was the.