I have to do worse! Securing the center chain of the cuffs to the bed frame pipe over her head is the easy part, the rope loop tightly tied. My left foot feels the wet warmth of the blood staining the sheet as her mutilated teat keeps bleeding, but my attention is on her slack mouth as it hangs open a little. The lack of reaction from possibly now brain dead and certainly very unconscious Penelope continues as I pull off the covers to fully reveal her long familiar fat body and bend over the bed pressing my mouth to her cleavage next to her right nipple. I work this tit harder and longer, trying to bring fingers and thumb together in a crushing action at the firmest lumps and textures deep in her breast. After a minute of hard breathing I needed to get off my shaky kneed legs.. It’s a no caregiver night and by the time I get out of the shower at 2:00 AM Penelope is very soundly out cold.
