We ate and afterwards I asked if she wanted to go for a drink. So off we went to a pub in the next village, after a couple of drinks the topic turned ...o what had happened in Rome where I had fucked her in her hotel room. I told her that I had enjoyed it and if nothing happened again I would still be a happy man, at that she replied, “who says it won’t happen again”. And placed her hand on my thigh, immediately my cock started to stiffen and she started to rub the head of my cock with her. He came over to the post on the other side and grabbed both her nipples. Started pulling twisting, pinching them as she grunted and yelled. When they were very sore and swollen, he pulled out two nipple clamp connected to rings. He open one and she watched as he let it snap shut on her nipple, aghhhhhhhhh ohhhhh the pain sent shocks to her pussy. Then did the other oh nooooooooooo ohhhhhh god that hurts ohhhhh ughhhhhhh. The he took hold of both rings and started to pull up, yewwwwwwwwww as he. It was so stinky and foul tasting, but I got over it quickly as I inhaled deeply and the nicotine brought on another buzz. I sat on a stone seat, in a small zen type area of the garden, and finished off two cigarettes while I fingered my pussy to a few more orgasms. I was so relaxed, as I laid back on the bench and blew the smoke from my recent cigarette into the air, that I didn’t even notice one of the older man who worked the garden standing over me. I looked up as I took another puff and. There was a feeding frenzy when those lots went on the market and suddenly my parents were multimillionaires.It wasn’t much more than six months later that we were moving into our new home on the river. It was so large that it almost qualified as a mansion. Our new garage was twice the size of our old house. It started out as a five car garage but my dad had begun to collect a few motorcycles and they bought a boat. They knew that in a few years my brother and I would have cars so by the time.