J

J follows up her scream with an attempt to pull away.

"Quiet! Standstill!"

The manager moves to the doors-peers over the top, surveys J and inquires: "Can I be of any assistance?"

"Not right at this moment but no doubt I'll need some assistance at some point. Do you mind if I test the merchandise?"

"Not at all. To which merchandise were you referring? If it is ours-by all means please do-it is good for business. Just remember certain items...those of a personal and intimate nature are non refundable. If it is your merchandise-feel free to test it as thoroughly as you wish."

"Well, while you're here, you might be of assistance in placing those clover leaf nipple clamps where they belong. My hands, as you can see, are otherwise engaged."

The manager smiles: "With pleasure!"

J sags a bit as I continue to stroke her clit. Her breathing becomes more like panting as I frig between her inner labia. The manager caresses first one and then the other breast. J's breathing becomes heightened.

"You may also test my merchandise. Feel free to test it as thoroughly as you wish!"

A whispered "Ohh" escapes from J. The frigging intensifies.

The manager tweaks J's nipples-and then pulls on them forcefully.

A second, louder "Ohh" escapes.

"Best to get those nipples as hard and protruding as possible." The frigging tempo increasing and now moving to a circular motion around the edges of J's clit. The fragrance of J's cunt and perfume now filling the small space.

"I agree. "

The manager now stretching each of the nipples cause J to whimper as the manager pinches them hard. She attaches the clamps and the chain to the clover leaf hangs free.

"I believe you'll need to pull on the chain to fully realize the gripping power?"

"Indeed!"

I redirect my frigging to J's clit. The manager adding tension to the chain causing the clover leafs to grip and pull J's breasts out and up. J's breathing is labored. Her knees weaken. The clamps now causing pain that blends with the pleasure from between her legs.

"Harder!"

The manager complies.

"Don't scream J!"

J begins to shake. I struggle to keep her from collapsing as her knees weaken.

"Harder!"

J's breasts are fully pulled away-the nipple tissue thin and taunt and the clamps digging hard.

The climax washes over J while all the while she struggles to keep her silent.

I nod to the manager. She drops the chain and I free my hand from her clit. wrap it around her and kiss the sweat away from the back of J's neck.

The manager and I wink at each other as if on cue.

"I'm sure I'll need more help in a few moments," I utter to the manager.

"I won't be far away."