” He opened one of the clamps and let it spring shut, demonstrating the force of its rubber-covered jaws. He reached for her shirt and started to ...pull it up. “They’re so you can clamp my—my nipples!” Marie finally cried out. He paused to look into her eyes, the wicked gleam back in his own as he said, “Exactly.” As he was pushing her shirt, then her bra, up above her breasts, Marie was thinking how diabolically clever of him it was to force her to narrate this experience, to make her beg for. "She was looking down in shame again, "That wasn't all."Jon said in a slightly angry, amazed voice, "He fingered fucked you to a climax while you allowed him to suck your boob and that wasn't all?" No," she almost wailed, "I... he talked to me about how much I had deserved it, and how much it meant to him to be able to do that for me, he then asked me to do it to him. I had needed it, and now he needed the same relief. He said I had promised."A pause then, "He said it gently, just reminding. I was rock hard already, my heart pounding, I proceeded downstairs, all I could think is what if they aren't there, I'll have to move I'll be so humiliated. As I got close to the living room, I heard nothing but the TV, to my surprise I turned the corner, both Jon, and Barry were sitting on the couch, both had changed into shorts, and t-shirts, and from the clean smell in the air each took showers. When I walked in I figured, fuck it, I'm going for it. I walked around the couch, turned and bent. A lot of people including my husband would have shit hemorrhages if I put this thing in print now. He thinks I ought to set a match to it."She gave me permission however to use excerpts from three chapters, dealing with her life in the menagerie. I offer these extraordinarily frank selections here just as she wrote them.Case 7Valerie Y.I worked in the girlie show for a couple of months only, even though I was doing fine. I had a hell of a build for a girl not quite eighteen--especially in the.