Morgana: That’s not answering my question, damnit... Tristan: Calm down, will you?Morgana: You know the rules. No endangering mission security!Trist...n: Well, let’s put it this way. If you could come up with a better way to convince a semi-innocent woman that she was about to face mortal danger than interrupting a good dream, I’d like to hear it. Oh, and let’s remember, the time pressure of an incoming attack.Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just not warned her? With. “No, I think we might get more fun by making her wait to cum,” he told Dad. “Besides, we have not started to have our enjoyment yet, have we?” He went over to the table, bringing back a set of nipple clamps linked by a thin but strong metal chain. Expertly he clamped the first to a nipple, Dad watching carefully with interest bordering on fascination. Then the second nipple, adjusting the screws carefully to hold me firmly but without undue discomfort. Already I could feel the weight of the. We kissed again and she said. “We’ll have a cup of tea first, then we’ll go upstairs.” After A while Betty swallowed down the last drop of tea in her cup and stood up saying that she had to pay a visit to the toilet and freshen up and that she would give me a shout when she was ready. I said. “O.K. Betty take your time there’s no rush.” After about ten or fifteen minutes I heard the toilet flush and her shout down the stairs. “I’m ready sweetheart.” I got up and grabbed the carrier bag with the. She was pretty, he supposed, slender with fairly large breasts and hips, and messy red-brown hair, but she didn't look special enough to warrant all this trouble. As if reading his thoughts, the man driving shrugged"We don't get paid to evaluate their choices, she must be worth it for the buyer, for whatever reason."At that, they carried on driving in silence through the night and into the early morning, switching cars every few hours with new ones waiting along the journey. The old ones would.