"The tunnel was used by prostitutes; brasses my dad calls them. Carswould crawl the curb and the drivers would call the brasses over.Sometimes men wo...uld walk down the curb and engage with the brasses;they would, you know, do it against the wall," Charlotte drawledsleepily.Mary tweaked Charlotte's nipple; it hardened to her touch and Charlotteinhaled deeply."You didn't answer my question," she sighed."Some of the brasses didn't like me being there. I moved into a nookwhere there was a service. She felt the fumbling between her lips again, this time the clamps pulled downward, weights hung from them. When she moved her hips the pain ignited, the weights swung back and forth. She tried to stay still, silently suffered the painful pinch on her sensitive pussy lips."This one will be different, Kari; it will be on your clit. You'll feel a pressure as the screw is turned, your clit trapped between the two metal pieces." He laughed a cruel laugh. "Go ahead, Mr. Lafitte. Show Kari what it. " Okay, I understand your hesitation. And I agree, we are excellent friends. But how about you stop by the house tonight after dinner for a nightcap, and we continue our talk. I really need your help with this, even if it's just through conversing." That sounds like a good idea. Now let's get back to enjoying our lunch."We went back to the office after lunch, and Mary finished up her duties. Before leaving, she said, "How about eight o'clock tonight? Does that work for you?" Sure, Mary,. I went to sleep and was surprise to see my mother sleeping topless and her saree had moved up on her thigh giving me a glimpse of her Amazonian forest in between the rocks of gibraltor but the trouble was she was sleeping on her stomach and I could just about see the roundness of her boobs but not her nipple. I had wait for 45 minutes before she rolled over and I started feasting on her nipples which had become erect may be because of the wet dream she might have been having and it was now.