Er the sister ordered.You know what’s even more painful than having cruel metal clamps biting into your inflamed and bleeding nipples? Having a ridi...g crop liberally applied to those clamps, making them dance around like they are on fire! Hm, fire ... there’s an idea. Well, maybe later. For now, the crop. Oh, I’m not just hitting her nips, I’m also hitting her clit. You know, right on the metal bars, putting even more pressure on the flesh cooking in chili oil.The riding crop is originally used. She went so far into her state of hypnosis that she was completely unaware of what was happening to her, or what commands she followed, if her body was even physically capable of following them.How long she was in this state she didn't know, but, eventually, a loud, "Snap!" brought her mind back to consciousness.Mindy immediately winced as awareness came back to her. She was surprised at how relatively mild the pain on her skin was, and quickly realized that she had been bathed, and that some. The contrast of her pure skin is intoxicating to me. I have to pause and stroke my cock some, just to give a little satisfaction. Her right hand joins the left at her breasts, as she has one in each hand, she's pinching and pulling those hard nipples. I hear a deep moan coming from her now. Her eyes are closed. Her head is tossed back.I'm positive by now that she's forgotten all about that webcam. She's so intent on pleasuring herself, and I certainly don't blame her! That's exactly what I'm. Alas it was not to be but I did miss them sometimes even my bitch of a daughter who never gave me any reason to have fond memories of her. But my son Mikey - yes I’d loved to have fucked him back then when I was in the grip of sheer uncontrollable lust. Would it have caused him psychological damage - I doubted it looking at these young men now who were in full control and doing nothing more than living out a fantasy that every teenage boy has.We chatted while we ate and I asked if they were.