Chapter Sixteen
They lay in bed making out like they used to as kids. The clothespins weren’t a problem. When he pressed up against her, they folded over, and they didn’t seem to bother her much after the first few minutes.
“Hurt like a b***h at first,” she said. “Then that sort of faded to a dull ache. Now they’re starting to hurt again.”
“I was thinking about adding a few,” he said. “Or making you add them.”
“Now that would be a dirty trick,” she said.
“Wouldn’t it, though?” He kissed her breasts around the pins and bit her a little. Sandy squirmed. “I’ll do it, this time,” he said.
“This time?”
He added clothes pins to her breasts, one on each side of the central ones already in place. She whimpered a little, but not as much, until he put one in the center of each armpit.
“Wow,”
