I used one hand to hold my lips open, giving them a better view. The other was now stroking my swollen clit, flicking it gently from side to side, pre...ssing down harder as the tension built inside me. I felt my orgasm about to start and decided to talk them all through it. ‘I’m going to cum, I’m so close, I’m throbbing.’ I loved the feeling of my tits bouncing up and down, tied together by the clamps as I rode my own fingers for their viewing pleasure. ‘oh god, that’s it, I’m cumming, I’m. Squeezed them both a bit, still didn't hurt. But, the shaft began to grow. So she lifted that with two fingers, does that hurt? No. So what hurts? It's all just sore and painful. They both knew he was getting harder as they talked. She said it seemed to work OK, does it hurt while you pee? No. She ran her hand up and down him again. He was rock hard and beet red, but made no move to cover up or end the session. Back to his sack, double-checking the balls, they were up tight against his shaft,. ‘Brad…please baby…’ she moaned softly. He continued his soft kisses and caresses down her body to her waistband. His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper, and she lifted her hips as he tugged the jeans down her legs. He slid back up and curled his fingers into her boyshorts, pulling them down before lifting her legs over his shoulders and nuzzling his mouth against her heat. His tongue flicked out against her clit several times, making her cry out. His tongue felt so damn good. She. "It leaks," she said, "It is staining the basement ceiling." What leaks?" I asked."The floor," she said, "Leaks, you were instructed to seal it." Not against water leaks," I explained, "But the occasional spillage should be fine." That is not what we agreed," she insisted."I suppose I could give it another coat," I offered, "Why does it smell of disinfectant?" You had better see the basement," she said, and she swept past me and led me down the stairs from the spacious modern kitchen to the old.