I emitted a squeak of mild protest as it neared the point of maximum compression. So here I was in his special room, naked bar my high heels and stockings. I could distinguish the rounded tip at the top as the portion of my clitoris that was exposed simply by parting my lips. It constricted the distended flesh, nearly breaking the suction as he carefully arranged it, then twisted it to tighten it. I could see that the flesh being sucked into the tube was redder than the first time. A split second after I felt the touch of his fingers on either side of my clit, the tortured tip was smashed by a wide rubber band. “I believe there is more in here, this time. And the scream turned into wild cries when he lessened the tension just a bit, then flipped off the suction.
