He was looking at the collar. "That's interesting." Without replying my husband turned to me "What are you." he asked. I looked at him for mercy. He l...ooked threateningly at me."I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." "Nice to meet you, Pauline the slut. What brings you here." My husband then told him about our shopping trip describing everything that happened at the adult store in great detail. I was completely mortified. The bar tender was rubbing his penis through his trousers as he listened about me. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” you growl at me. “Oh I always see things through,” I respond. Suddenly you swerve the steering wheel to the right, changing lanes quickly. I look over at you and see your jaw set, eyes blazing. You continue on the exit, not saying a word. Your jaw still flexes. So sexy. You take the exit without saying a word. I know exactly what I caused. And I’m delighting in it. My body tingles with anticipation. Wondering where we’ll end up. After a few turns I see. Her enormous breasts with their pale-pink nipples came into view. My cock lurched. She stepped out of the sweat pants, and I saw the downy covering of pale pubic hair that covered her sweet cunt."Now you," she smiled. "Off with everything."I quickly shed my clothes and she climbed on top of me. We kissed, and it was like falling into a time machine. All of a sudden, we were back at our parent's house, urgently feeding our forbidden desires. As my hands roamed over her buttocks, she broke. Emma stood up and walked around to Jess’ other side where she repeated the process. She hadn’t checked that clamp first and it was, unknown to her, set much tighter than the first. She had no way of knowing that our nipple clamps weren’t always used only on nipples.Jess’ gasp was much more genuine and she tried to close her legs involuntarily. The spreader bar prevented that, obviously. Jess shrieked.“Are you ok?” Emma asked, suddenly concerned. The nipple clamp stung more than Jess was.