The ball stretcher you had mailed me last month has trained my balls so that I am able to lock the cage on myself tight and secure. I lock the last p...iece just in time – your cock is already starting to grow; it hurts, but I can’t help getting hard – I am so excited. I put on the clover clamps, trembling now, thinking about how much they hurt now and how much more pain I will be in when you pull on the chain. I slip on the pink panties. They are tight. As I wiggle my ass into them, I feel. She then questioned me on my sexual experiences and smiled at my stories. She only revealed one of her stories as the memories caused her pain."You know that I was once thrown out of a would-be lovers motel room during a rainstorm in my underwear when he learned my secret. Thankfully he tossed out my purse and clothing a moment later," she admitted in a quiet voice."I would have never done that," I admitted."I know. That's' why I spent so much time talking to you yesterday. I sensed that you. ’ I handed it to her. ‘You shouldn’t have, but thank you. I’ll bring the container back next week.’ We both scanned the meats on display and decided that this might not be a red meat week. ‘I usually get some chicken pieces from the deli section when there is nothing exciting or cheap enough in this section, it’s amazing what you can make from chicken legs and thighs and they are usually really cheap.’ ‘I know, and to me that is the best part of the chicken, I find breast fillets highly. Her hands are in my hair, on my waist, on my chest. I’m sitting straight up, my mouth against hers, one hand on her back, the other on her hip. She’s smiling when the tip of her tongue flicks mine. I move my hand down to the top of her thigh and rest it there. I start to massage her leg and slowly move upward under her skirt. She doesn’t stop kissing me, so I don’t stop my advance. Finally, my fingertips find what they’re looking for and I graze her panties. They’re wet. Oh fuck. And my.