#71 nodded and stepped away again to fetch the next tool of torture.Victoria herself used the scalpel again to cut off the strands of shredded meat an...d skin that were hanging from her sub's nipples. When she was done, she'd reached the final segment, the last 10 millimeters to #19's areoles. Victoria turned some knobs to lower the wooden cube that #19's nipples were previously laying on. The wooden surface was a big mess, covered in blood and strands and chunks of tissue that had been, cut,. I waited for them to stop laughing before I continued.“Stephanie got it through my thick skull that when I argue with my mom, it’s because I’m trying to convince her to see things my way, even though she never will. She pointed out that when I do anything, my first concern is how my mom will react. Sometimes it’s conscious, but most of the time it’s subconscious,” I said.“So, what are you going to do about it?”“I’m going to start seeing Doctor Mercer again. I’ll call her office on Monday from. My eyes glanced up and down her figure and met her eyes. She said she wanted to see what I was wearing so I stood up for her and starting wiggling my hips. Don't know what came over me, but I started stripping of the robe. She laughed a little then told me to keep going. As I slid it off slowly, gyrating my hips, she started rubbing her breasts, firmly grabbing them and massaging. I then slid off my white tank top, revealing my chest, flexing for her a little, making her grab herself even. Slowly, she began to move her hand back and forth over his hard cock. She felt the ridges of it on her fingers and palm, just like she felt them inside her wet pussy. As she thought of how his cock felt inside her last Thursday, she felt it react the same way. She felt the warm slow release of stimulation coat her pink insides. She felt the inner lips of her slit become aroused as her natural lube began to leak out. She moaned from its flow. By the tone of her voice he could tell she was.