”“I don’t usually.”“Why not”“Because of this.” I pointed to the gaps in the placket between buttons from the strain of the fabric acro...ss my breasts.“I think it’s sexy.”“I think It looks slutty.”“So then why did you wear that blouse.”After a pause, I said, “Because I’m here to be your slut.”He motioned with his hand for me to move back. I backed to where I stood while removing my thong.“Take off your skirt, slut,” Carl said, barely able to contain his confident smile as he leaned back in his. Good! We started passionately kissing each other on the lips, cheeks, neck, bosom………………………She suggested that we should get rid of our clothes and we did. She came forward to remove the nightie from my sexy body I removed her top and short skirt from her bra/panty less sexy hot body. We both were stark naked and our eyes feasting on other's body. Generally, when I and my hubby have sex, invariably, I would be the aggressive one and my hubby used to relax a lot being a passive lover. But, with. It could have been eternity, a mere century, or bare moments. No matter, I was in pure, unadulterated ecstasy the entire time.When we finally ran out of energy, (at least, I was drained) our wings pulled back and folded against our shoulders, our tails loosed their loving embrace and we reluctantly pulled apart. Exhausted, I recall wondering, 'Tails? Wings?' in plural, not as a single person's, but was far too spent to have the strength to consider the implications of that."Sleep well,. Beatrice was filled with a sense of urgency, her large breasts still hung hugely below the holes in the table, her nipples still clipped sharply, now the heart shaped gold weights hung almost still as her breathing began to slow, and as reality started to overtake her.God, they hurt her, she had been clipped thusly for almost four hours. Her nipples were engorged, hugely swollen, and Beatrice indeed had large nipples, they extended almost one full inch from the tips of her tormented breasts.The.