She snuck out of the computer room to the front door, and opened it slightly, covering her still-bare tits with one arm. There was a box sitting there, which Laura pulled inside before closing the door again. There was no sign of who had sent the box but it had clearly come by post, not hand delivery, which Laura was grateful for. Inside, her heart sank to see the bra. It was nothing but a short length of chain, with each end terminating in a japanese metal clamp. The only other thing included was a photo of a big-titted blonde slut. The slut had clipped the chain to one nipple, passed it around the back of her neck, before bringing it down and fastening it to her other tit. Laura had to take a deep breath. The "bra" was not only humiliating, but it looked painful. The clamps at each end were of cruel ridged metal. Tentatively, Laura eased one onto her left nipple, and was unable to stop herself squealing in pain. She had to jam her fist in her mouth to stop herself from waking up Erica. She looked down at the chain in distress. It was hanging heavily from her left nipple, pulling agonizingly on the soft flesh of her boob. Should she take it off? But she had to wear this this weekend or the blackmailer would... hurt asian her. Hurt her worse than a clamp on her nipple. Laura tried to calm down and ignore the pain. She lifted the chain, slung it around the back of her neck, and pulled it down towards her right breast. The chain was too short. It stopped a good four centimeters above her right nipple. Laura wanted to cry in frustration. It didn't fit. What was she supposed to do? Tell her blackmailer she couldn't do it? Would he even reply, or would he just punish her immediately? She pulled on the chain, willing it to reach her nipple, whimpering as it pulled her other funbag upwards. And it almost did reach. Laura's left breast was tugged obscenely upwards by the chain, but it almost reached her right. Maybe if Laura lifted her right boob a little... With a squeak of triumph, she released the second clamp onto her right nipple. Pain shot through her fuckbags but the chain was in place. Next morning Carl woke to a text from his friend Claire, she was always blunt and told him to get over there and fuck her. "It is so fucking tight; I wonder what the fuck that loser of your hubby did. “Holy shit, you are a virgin,” he said. "Do you want us to…?" Jim lay there, caressing my head and back as I sucked on him. She cared for me more than anyone else. She looked too scared to react. Really fuck me as though you mean it,” she instructs as she lays on her back and opens her legs and guides his cock into her. I looked up but she was not looking at me, her eyes were locked on something over my shoulder in total terror. She had made it. “Well, it looks like they’re pretty much done. “Annalise, number 3, is a lesbian and trying to get pregnant,” Melissa explained. “That was pretty awesome,” I agreed, collapsing on japanese to my back. An elevation? There we go. What was he doing? her pussy. “I can feel the heat from here, and she’s so wet!” “Are you down here?” she called. She stirred me up, such delicious euphoria burning through my body. She lapped back and forth between Mom and me. I shuddered, her tongue brushing my clit. She looked so young standing there with her hair in ponytails asian on either side of her head. “So what do I want human besides you?” She asked. “I need to pee!” “Yes, yes, eat my pussy, Mom!” she said. “I’d love to.”