She desperately tries to move her legs, however the restraints hold her fast. ‘Time for the nipple clamps love?’ he asked. A positive nod of her... head and she soon feels the bite of the clamps, her nipples still sensitive from the prior stint with the clamps during her spanking. He again moves his finger inside her, then two. He can feel her contracting around his fingers and easily finds her g-spot. With a curved finger, he begins to stroke and can feel the wetness grow. ‘Touch yourself’. The skirt was about an inch and a half on the safe side of legal, and under it Trish wore -- as Kate had demanded -- nothing but garters and patterned stockings, with butterflies sewn into the sheer black nylon.She looked like a cheap whore, especially with the makeup Kate had applied to her face, and she knew that every guy in the place was staring at her and Kate. And Kate, if anything, looked even trashier than Tricia.She was wearing a platinum blonde wig, down to her shoulders. Her tank top. . it's just interesting.” Straightening her glasses and pushing them up her nose again, she added, “and it's thinner, more liquidy.” I couldn't help but imagine her in a lab coat (open, of course, with nothing on underneath, to expose a perky tit and her pussy hair), weighing and measuring the contents of different condoms hanging in front of her, recording the data by tapping it into a tablet she was carrying.She got up and carried her condom off, presumably toward her bedroom, and returned in. At T minus 30 I slipped the pan of carrots into the oven, took the spuds out of the water, added cream and pepper then beat the hell out of them. I had the kids set the table and got the cranberry compote onto a plate. The biscuits went into the oven and the pudding sauce went from the refrigerator to the nuker to get it steaming. The turkey was done so it went onto a carving board to rest under an aluminum foil tent. I used the pan juices along with the giblets, leg meat and a butter & flour.