I shrugged. “Okay.”
The clamps were pretty straight forward to operate. They were spring operated, like the sort of clamps woodworkers might use, but a screw prevented them from being too tight.
It looked like Ainsley’s tormentor had set the screw to its loosest setting for the highest pain yield.
I reached for her right n****e but she shied away. “No, you have to do both at once or I’ll pass out.”
“Okay.”
She held still while I put my hands on the clamps. Her skin was warm and the weights were moving slightly with her every breath. I hesitated and saw that she was trembling in anticipation.
Dropping my eyes lower, I looked at her p***y. She had a neat landing strip of dark red hair that covered her labia. I wanted to touch her there, feel her heat and find out how wet she was.
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