"I had tears streaming down my face as she took off the labia clamps and then I watched her thread fishing wire through a sewing needle. I had warned ...her to expect tears, but tears did not mean I wanted to stop. She saw gratitude in my eyes as she pinched my labia together.As she forced the needle through I yelled out, but not loudly. My clit was throbbing and desperate to cum, the pain was bad but good, she sewed a second stitch and tied it off. I looked down and while my clit throbbed and my. Don’t stop ... I’m gonna come.”He increased his stroking of the underside of her glans. “Then come ... come to Jeff...” She began panting and the muscles in her thighs tensed. “That’s the girl. Come, baby, come...”Chelsea grasped his thighs, let out a groan and then gasped. Jeff felt her shaft throbbing. Then she leaned against him, her body limp, as her breathing slowed. “Your face got pink,” he remarked.“Good one,” she said. “Really good.”“Are you ready to try missionary?”“Tell me what I need. My mind tried to tell me something but the haze around it prevented interruptions of my useless rambling. Books … it was called a library! I was a genius!Okay, why was I in a library? – And why was there some form of demon on the cover of that book. The last thought took hold and I grabbed an ancient looking book with something looking very much like a demon on the cover. Written with some form of brown ink that looked far too much like old blood. This also did not feel like any sort of leather. I apologised and swayed out of the car, holding onto Johns arm as Rob followed with the bags. When I opened my front door, John helped me in and Rob put the bags down, I thanked them both and they turned to go. God my head was spinning, I asked if they wanted a coffee as I needed one. I showed them into the front room, while I went to the kitchen and made the coffee.As I came back with the drinks, the boys were sat in the two armchairs so I put the coffees on the low coffee table and I sat.