My reaction on being clamped for the first time in my life was instant. Two fingers were thrust roughly in her as she lay on her back. I worked them ...relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the aroused, ridges that I knew marked her g-spot. Harder and harder, my fingers moved as the nipple clamp bit into me. The palm of my hand pressed tightly against her hard clitoris, stimulating that, too. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came.. “I seized my chance. Like a fool, I just packed my bags and went one day, telling no-one where I was going. I thought that Jonathan would be fine with his little young girlies, let him stew with them - and I went off, out into the world. The life of a housewife was not for me.”“I moved down to London, got myself a little flat and a day job running errands for a photographic agency. To supplement my income I used to work at a little club, where I’d sit in a room and take my clothes off while men. Usually she was on her back with her legs folded back against her chest, opening her ass wide for me to shove my engorged cock in. Or we were both seated, she straddling me, riding my cock with a glowing smile on her face. She could squeeze her rectal muscles so that they clenched my cock in the most appealing way. The sensation was so overwhelming that she ejaculated without my even needing to touch her cock/clit, spraying my chest copiously with her spunk. Our bodies were slick and slippery. Then he put his other hand onto my butt and squeezed it gently. “Do you wanna take it slow and make me wait?” I asked. “Maybe. It'll build up anticipation,” Jeff replied. Then I laughed a little as he pulled down my pants a little, but not my underwear though. He got down on his knees and began licking my stomach and then my legs. And that really tickled me. “Damn Jeff. You know you are not supposed to tickle a ticklish woman right?” I asked. “And what fun would that be?” Jeff asked. Then he.