On nights like this, houses lined somber streets like tiny cathedrals of heartbreak and failure, the faithful coming and going out of habitual brainwa...sh. Now, as the scent of anonymous perfume continually faded from the handwritten note sitting on the table somewhere behind him, he realized he was only one more lamb in the flock. Unrefined desire for a woman who had yet to even exist in his world staggered blind through his veins. Chosen by a shadow. For what was anybody’s guess. The loft, a. It wasn’t far to the Paige’s house, where I had spent many happy hours.After entering the house Lisa led me to their big bathroom. She leaned her trim body over the large bath and turned on the water and added some bath oils, and perfumed salts.Looking at me sympathetically she ordered, “You strip off, and I’ll go make drinks, I’ll be straight back.”I kicked off my trainers and peeled my polo shirt off, and wriggled out of my skirt, just as Lisa stepped back into the room, and seemed to pause. It was ajar and said, EMPLOYEES ONLY. Well, the men were getting closer, and I couldn’t see any other way out, so I ducked inside and locked the door. I was afraid they would come in and do... who knows what to your Hot Wife!" Sandra said with an innocent confused look."That must have been really scary, Dear. How were you going to get out of there?" I asked."I had no idea? I looked around the room for another door, but there wasn't one. There were lots of shelves full of cleaning supplies, and. "Do you know what I have in my pocket, slave? I'll bet you are ready to feel them again." I had no idea what he meant, but answered 'yes sir' just before he took my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and attached the toothed clamp. My knees buckled and I gagged on the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. His hand on my elbow steadied me. I thanked him in a breathy whisper. Impulsively, wanting to please, I begged him for the other. And screamed with the pain once both my nipples were.