It was the same type of thing. "I give up. Whatever it is I guess you are going to hurt me with it." With both of the Margaret. They’re tit presses....The larger one for the base of the breasts and the smaller for the nipples. Did your father ever tie your tits?" Not until Jill moved in. She was into tying my tits up." Take your robe off and I’ll cuff your wrists and try out the tittie clamps. Yours should take them nicely. I had trouble with Meena’s because her’s weren’t really large enough.". That night, I had been disappointed by my husband for the first time. I'd spent the next few weeks trying to get interested in him, but I felt distant, distracted. He was beginning to question my excuses, my being tired every night. I was too tired even to fake orgasms. What had I done? I found my voice, or at least my whisper. "No, I just needed a change in scenery." She hesitated. "Was Marie too much for you? She can be a little ... direct." She smiled languorously at me. I turned even. He was at work for some time when he started noticing thetightness of the bra on his chest. Finally he went onto thebathroom and into a stall and started to unbutton his shirt. Hegasped when he saw the lace of the camisole. He could feel thesilkiness of the panties and the elastic of the thigh highs. Hepulled up his pants leg to see the pattern of the nylons he waswearing. All the way back to his office he felt like everyone could seehis underwear. He could feel the warmth in his face. By the. We were both sensing the anxieties of going into our tent tonight. Beth knew what was planned and was getting so wet just thinking of the feelings she was about to experience.Once inside the tent we dimmed the lantern very low. The soft light played off Beth’s tender young body. Her chest heaving, nipples exploding to be touched, our breathing heavy only added to our desires. One light touch on Beth’s breasts sent a sudden shudder through her whole body, weakening her knees. I could smell.