I jotted down the details and thought about what to wear. Something submissive or something normal, I wondered. How do other people dress?And so in a ...ew seconds, I had gone from marginalised pervert to just one of the guys down your local sm club, trying to fit in, wondering about dress-codes. As it happens there was no dress-code for the munch so I dressed as I normally do when I go out. Well, actually that is not true. I never go out, not before and not after the divorce.So I wore what I. Also, I'm going to want the one from the camera in the rear parking lot there, OK" I stated in as cold a voice as I could muster while staring straight into Mike's face without blinking an eye."I don't know man, I could get into real deep shit for something like that" he answered nervously. "Why do want the tapes, what are you going to do?"Ignoring his question I continued to stare into his face "There are four more Grants in it for you if you make it happen." Then I just sat and waited for the. The pain in my nipples was both terrible and exquisite at the same time. The pain that shot through my sensitive, swelling nipples the more my pussy began to throb with a need I?d never felt before. The pain was so intense and I could feel my poor, helpless buds swelling and hardening I have never felt before. Just when I thought I couldn?t take anymore, he pulled the clamps causing them to bite over my nipples. Then he Punched and pinched my tits harder and harder until my nipples bled and. He made some comment about her being pregnant and if the baby was very active and enjoying the party. Frank put his drink down, reached out with both hands and started to feel and caress her belly. I liked the way he was touching her, it wasn’t a “feel the baby kick” type touch, it was more a sensual rub. As he felt around her belly he says, “I like how you incorporated your condition,” Kristine said thanks but I could tell she was not enjoying the rubbing Frank was giving her. He then.