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She pulled on the chain, willing it to reach her nipple, whimpering as it pulled her other funbag upwards. And it almost did reach. Laura's left breast was tugged obscenely upwards by the chain, but it almost reached her right. Maybe if Laura lifted her right boob a little... With a squeak of triumph, she released the second clamp onto her right nipple. Pain shot through her fuckbags but the chain was in place. Cupping her boobs tenderly in her hands, she went to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She looked bizarre. Both her breasts were being pulled upwards by their nipples, giving the general impression that her tits improbably angled upwards. The pressure of the chain on the back of her neck was uncomfortable, and her breasts hurt immensely. Unless she was cupping her breasts, every step made them bounce and tug on the chain, which resulted in agonizing pain in her nipples. Was she really going to wear this torture device the rest of the indian weekend? Laura knew she was. The alternative was too awful. Trying to ignore the pain in her nipples, Laura dressed herself to look for work. The girls started snickering after she left. "Threesome? Both of them had a smile on their face and the one said “I was indian hoping we would see you today.” and then gave me a wink. I heard the door open and a moment later Mr Alban entered. Bury the body before you reach a town.” He savored her musky taste as he lapped at her amazing folds. Even if you have to sneak out her window once in a while, it’ll be worth it.” My ass still burned from my first punishment. She smiled, her hand fondling my breast. You two are crazy." Part Fifteen: Princess's Naughty Lesson It was the biggest dance of the year. “Yessss.” Diamond hissed, her eyes closing blissfully, her back arching from the bed, her cock twitching with each press of my invading tail, her slit leaking down her taint, lubricating her defilement. “I’ll get all jittery.” It was six months earlier, in the hilly regions of Japan far above the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, where there nestled a small isolated house and Julie had stood outside nervously wondering if she had made the right decision. Harriet had been lying on the sun lounger only a short time, before a naked Mrs Gordon stepped onto the terrace. That night I was so so distracted that I couldn’t think straight at all. “I think it’s wet enough, don’t you?” Her hands were shaking. We all sat on the blanket. Sammy told us that he would be making another lemon crème cake, a carrot cake, and a chocolate-vanilla swirl cake. They popped up as his hands brushed over them. I had no idea a Drakkenwolf wanted me. If I had,” she said trailing off. "THEY FEEL LIKE THEIR FILLED WITH HELIUM," she laughs at the bizarre sensation swelling in her breasts as she stretches her nipples lifting her boob to her chin baring stretch marks that extend from her teats all the way to the fold of her tender white underbreast.