I folded over onto myself, moaning softly at the sensation of my blooming wounds. And then I screamed outside, muffled by the panties and quickly swallowed. I couldn’t stop the squeal that emerged and he shoved me to the floor putting his foot on my back pressing firmly and I cried out again as the clamp was raked off by the carpet. As usual I couldn’t make my nipples behave and I knew when I started walking they would be stimulated by the soft rubbing material and so I put on a bra…of course, this made the flesh of my smallish tits push up into a pretty cleavage in the little dress. I tried desperately to keep my noises controlled and nodded. I whimpered and squirmed in his hands as he guided me back. He untied my wrists and then pulled me against his chest. A bit of mascara and gloss and I took a deep breath and headed out the door.
