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. She would only have a vague foggy memory of the studio, if at all.Melissa Gilroy, Miranda’s younger sister, had somehow managed to locate her sister’s address. The teen had all she could stand from her overbearing father. He refused to allow her to date at fifteen, like most of her friends. He was always ridiculing her for the way she dressed. Her skirts and dresses were too short. Her tops and blouses were too tight or showed too much cleavage.Then one day, they got into an argument about how. One of my husband's friends was an artist, and did this as a gift for my husband. I insisted he change the facial features and a couple of other things." Needless to say, I was stunned, but managed to get a quick, "It's very flattering" out.I set the painting down against the arm of the futon, and Thea said in a quiet tone, "Would you like to see me naked in real life?" I swallowed hard, and said, "Yes, I would very much." She smiled and began unbuttoning her dress, showing me she had a full. Josh was explaining the extraction to the men.He was telling them where they were going, who their target was. He then placed some maps of the city of Dubrovnik on the table and asked for input. His men leaned over the maps and started talking quietly about Embs, Bimbling and Blagging, whatever in hell they were. The sergeant's voice cut through the quiet conversation. "And who would this Rupert be sir?" He didn't seem angry David was relieved to notice, just weighing up the situation."Well God.