Jen used the remote to raise the upper bars until I was more tautly spread-eagled than ever before in my life. Jen insisted on readjusting my n****e clamps, correctly surmising that those petite organs had gone numb from being pinched so fiercely for so long. She first removed them and suckled fiercely on my poor oxygen-deprived nubbins, which ached unbearably as the blood was drawn back into them. Only when their throbbing had started to subside did she replace the clamps, making me groan once again as my c**k bobbed up in its usual fierce approval of anything painful being done to any other part of my body.
Both ladies were stilled strapped into their harnesses, and Jen suggested that Hattie divest herself of hers, since the blonde domme had a different idea for this last scene. Since
