“Yes, but you can’t leave them on forever,” Jason said as he started to remove the covers to her clamps. “Leave them on too long and there’s a risk of permanent tissue damage. And I don’t want that. Not on these wonderfully perfect tits.” Once the covers were off, Jason smiled sadly at his girlfriend.
“Do it,” she said as she braced herself. The clamps came off simultaneously and she cried out in pain when they were free. Like Vickie, she cradled her t**s, caressing them, trying to find some relief. “They hurt, don’t they?” she asked her friend, still half-sprawled on the couch, as she walked toward her.
“Yes, but I suppose that’s something I’ll have to deal with, right?” Already in her mind Vickie had envisioned herself as an apprentice of sorts to Brenda: a woman more than happy to pus
