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Just to make sure he wasn’t lying, I twisted the small knob. Sure enough, the pain got even worse, so I backed it off again. Bless his heart, Greg tried to give me an out, “Tina, you don’t have to do--” “Fuck you!” I said again as I put the other nipple clamp in place. Proud of myself for enduring the pain and not showing weakness, I tipped up the bottle of Tequila and took another long swig. I looked at Greg defiantly, “So, what’s next? Did you buy a cat-o-nine tails or a riding crop . . . handcuffs, a ball gag?” He chuckled, “No, but I can always make another trip to the sex shop.” “Maybe I’ll go with you so I can buy a strapon to use on your ass.” “Ouch!” He winced. “Just remember, two can play this game. What’s good for the goose . . .” Even though I didn’t admit it to Greg, once the initial pain of the clamps passed, I found it VERY erotic. “Just hurry up and drink your Hardcore beer.” I said as I got out of the hot tub. After drying off some, I went inside and got two more beers and three bottles of water. It was almost forty-five minutes later when Greg announced that he needed to pee ‘really badly’. I just laughed at him, “You can wait.” Thirty minutes later, he was literally begging. “Okay, come over here and let me get you ready. When he was standing in front of me, I began getting him hard with my mouth and tongue. When he was fully hard, I crawled out of the hot tub with him following close behind. On the grass, I stood in front of him, “See if you can hit my tits, but you can’t use your hand.” His face reddened, “I need to use my hand to get it started.” I looked him right in the eyes, “If you need that, then you don’t need to go bad enough yet, so indian we’ll just stand here until you make it happen.” “Bitch!” He said, but I knew he was just kidding. “Asshole.” I fired back at him. “Cunt.” “Pussy.” And then, all of a sudden, a short spurt of pee shot out of his dick. “See” I giggled, “I knew you could do it. Now get with the program.” A few seconds later, his stream started arching into the air. At first, it flew over my shoulder, but he shifted his position until hit was landing on my tits with only a little splashing off my chin. “That’s a good boy. I knew you could do it, so don’t give me any shit next time.” It was larger than anything I had previously seen. On a Saturday, as they were having indian breakfast the phone rang. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them. The only things that truly mattered to me afterwards were that I had thoroughly enjoyed the sex itself, and that the wad of sperm that Freddy intentionally released deep inside my totally-unprotected vagina didn't get me pregnant that day. “Good for you,” Kim told her. This surprised me but I moved over and while Lin watched closely, pulled my foreskin back and slid the bare end of my cock up and down mum’s saturated slit, then her pussy simply sucked my cock in and I started shagging her whilst sucking on her tit. With the rapture he gave me. “Damn,” said the Asian futa. She Hardcore trembled and whimpered, her body trembling against me. Her body bending every which way as she prepared for a dive. Just give me that cock!” He ordered a glass of merlot red wine but Jenny requested the bottle instead for them both to share. “We’ll shadow the army until they get to the marshlands, then we’ll attack.” It was then I had become aware of just how gross my body felt, three fucking days in the same clothes had me at my limit. Eric wanted to drive first so I sat in the passenger seat. She smiled and went to gather the three girls. Her emails aren’t mean in tone though! My moans got louder and louder and I started getting quite vocal.