Chapter Thirteen
Rob half watched as Jason suckled from Vickie’s breasts, drinking her milk and pinching her n*****s, while he attached a pair of n****e clamps to Brenda. Actually, two pair, he realized. They were simple clover clamps with a bright silver finish. Each pair was linked together by a shiny metal chain two feet long. The clover clamps had a strong grip with pinchers that ended in firm rubber pads. They squeezed nicely but didn’t cause puncture or similar injuries that Brenda seemed to like. While Vickie had grown to enjoy having her breasts whipped and her n*****s pinched, she hadn’t taken to Brenda’s more aggressive stance on the matter of pain. Vickie always avoided any sort of wounding or anything that risked bloodletting.
He had learned that the best way to apply clover
