You and I could come to a personal arrangement where I do the work and you pay me with whatever I like. What do you mean said Mr Brooking? Well you gi...e me a hand job, blow job or fuck, what ever I ask for. Well I don’t think that is appropriate garbled Mrs Brooking. Listen I said that’s the deal take it or leave it? Then there was an awkward silence, so without really thinking this through I reached over and stroked her tits through her blouse. Mrs Brooking didn’t pull away. This emboldened me. I quickly got under the table and attached the nipple chain to her breasts. I relished the feeling of those clamps biting into her skin. I tightened them until her nipples turned white. I added weights until I felt they were pulling her nipples enough. Her body twitched and I knew she was awake. Her still free hands started flailing, trying to reach her breasts to tear away the pain. when they couldn't, she tried pushing herself up. I watched in delight as her hands then went to her mask,. It seemed beckon her as a refuge. She clambered into it and sat astride a broad bough; deep within its foliage.Then after a short while she was startled by Guy’s voice!“It seems it’s our destiny to be drawn together young Shelia.”“Mr Guy! Where did you come from?”“Well ... this has been my secret escape place since I was a lad; a place I come and figure things out; and I think you felt the same when you decided to climb into this old oak tree?”Shelia was surprised and pleased that he was. You feel the thumb of the hand that cups your breast moving slowly higher until it is scraping your nipple ever so gently. I can feel as I rub it how erect it is getting and how hard it begins to get under my light pressure. Your hand comes up to take my hand and guide it downward as we break the kiss and you look me in the eye saying, ‘I want you to feel how wet I am.’ I allow you to guide my hand down your belly and past your thigh until it reaches the short hem of your dress. I let your.