While it might have been a bit uncomfortable for her, she would soon get used to it.He reached up and tightened her nipple clamps another turn. She g...oaned in response. He took hold of the rings attached to the nipple clamps and started to pull and she moaned in pain. I pulled harder. She cried out this time. He kept her nipple pulled taught and reached for the paddle. Has he kept the tension he started to spank her cunt. He could see that she was fighting tears. He decided that that. “Vivan, what are you doing? Let go of me,” Hamida said as she tried to pull away from him but her strength was no match against his.Also, he had very rough hands. His rough, dominant grip was already turning her on.“I think there’s something we need to talk about,” Vivan said as he pushed open the bedroom door and slowly pushed Hamida inside.“S-sure, but why here? We can talk in the living room?” Hamida said in a low voice. She had some idea about how this was gonna end but she wasn’t expecting. " I know, and I understand."No more words were spoken. We knew we would be a couple, it would just take a few years. His arms wrapped around my waist, his face buried into my neck as I stirred the pasta on the stove."I hope you're hungry." I'm starving. Dinner smells amazing." Glad it smells good, hopefully it tastes good too." I know it will, you have always been a natural when it comes to cooking."He released me from his arms. I drained the pasta, while he pulled the chicken out of the oven.. . to the max.Not now, not with one of the monsters Bottin had described waiting below him with arms and tentacles outstretched. It wasn't a story from a far-off dimension. It was in the bay. Men like Bottin had returned and brought their nightmares back with them.Rob kept trying to swim. He had a big pair of lungs and he'd filled them full of air, but it was running out. He felt a tickling sensation in his chest and throat, one that would grow and grow until his pipes burst open and he gulped.