Everyone was silent during the process up until Jason fitted the silver cups over the cages and effectively hid Brenda’s n*****s from view. “The chain too, tonight, I think,” he murmured to himself, dug the chain out of the box, and hooked it to both of the cup-like covers.
“Really playing it up tonight, aren’t you?” Brenda asked him.
“Shut up. You love it.”
“Doesn’t that hurt?” Vickie asked, aghast at what she had just seen even though she knew Brenda liked doing this exact thing and had witnessed Brenda’s t**s being paddled by Jason two weeks previous.
“Yes,” Brenda replied through gritted teeth.
“But it’s nothing she can’t endure,” Jason told her. “Would you like to try out a set?” he offered, turning the box back for Vickie to view.
Brenda resumed her seat at the table but didn’t
