Looking into my eyes she said I had just made a mistake and if I didn't apologize and behave she would make my nipples long enough to reach my own lip.... I was crying from the pain in my chest and promised to be a good girl and let her do what she thought best.She let go and I fell back and tried to soothe my sore nipples and realized how useless my hands now were. Nurse placed the bottle between my bound hands so I could drink and left the room. Soon, another nurse returned with a tray of. " I got my hand shaken by Clarence. He was a big man, with rough, strong hands. He had the same color of red hair as Diane, and he must have weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds. I didn't see much fat on him either. Florence was content to hold herself back on the porch and give me a little wave of greeting. She was built more like Diane, tall and thin. Her hair was a faded out very light brown, sort of a mousy brown color I'd call it. If anything, she had less in the way of breasts than. I’m starting to wonder if he’s gay or something. Finally I say to him “I am really grateful to you for picking me up.” I set my hand on his leg. “Really grateful.”“Oh yeah? Prove it” he says.That’s all I need. I run my hands over his crotch. Nope, he’s definitely not gay, he’s really hard in there. I unbuckle the seat belt. I strip off my shirt first, then my bra, so that my tits hang free. My nipples are all perky. He’s staring at them now, like I’m wondering if he’s going to drive off the. As she and he wandered away, talking ROI, projected sales, target markets and other such terms of endearment, Ralph whispered conspiratorially in my ear."She really wasn't a naturist when she left on this trip, was she?" It really wasn't a question."Nope. She hid it well, I trust?" I give her top marks for her acting. Her tan lines were the only things that gave her away." He let his gaze take in Cindy, who was breaking the pool's surface like a trout leaping for a fly-fisherman's lure. "Her.