As comical as it may sound, at boarding school, we used to present our titties for suckling to a group of known alcoholics, who always hung out at a p...oint at the far wall. It had the convenience of a sturdy set bars, for protection, and allowed us to undress and stick them through and have our nipples sucked and licked.I know you guys reading this will be shaking your logical heads in disbelief, but this was a sexual rite of passage, because we would openly masturbate as the men slobbered over. Then I made her suck me again while I mocked her for making a mess of my nice clean floor with her pussy juice. The slim, athletic-looking blonde I’d photographed tied to a post with her nipples clamped was a woman called Danielle. In her early thirties, she was a successful manager in a large company, and we had dated for a while before I slowly introduced her to bondage in our private life. Danielle took a lot more breaking than Sarah, but after a few sessions, Danielle could be. Both had opted to wear cropped T-shirts and denim shorts with flip-flops, a serious fashion departure for each of them."Are you feeling better this morning?" Sara asked."Yeah, much better," Leslie responded unconvincingly."What are we going to do about Marvin and Jake? This could be a real mess." Sara was clearly distracted with her own thoughts."Thanks for bringing that up. That does seem to be the crux of the problem, doesn't it?" Leslie mumbled.Sara turned to look a Leslie. "Whoops,. About fifteen feet from the half-court line, Big sprung our trap and pounced on Clinton’s smaller point guard. With my six-three and Big’s six-one body and arms harassing him, the smaller guard jumped up and tossed a semi-weak pass to Big-Mike’s vacated man. Matt had already reacted to our trap and easily picked off that pass, and led an instant three-versus-one fast-break chance.Matt made a fake pass to Big-Mike on his right before he tossed up an alley-op towards the rim for me. With just my.