"Naughty," William said reprovingly. "You don't want me to think you don't like this, do you?"

His fingers gently touched the clamp on her right nipple, and Mirabelle gave a low moan of horror.

"Do you?" he asked.

"Please… don't torture me!" she sobbed. He twisted the screw of the clamp and the jaws tightened on Mirabelle's nipple.

"Please, please!" she screamed, her lovely blonde hair flying around her shoulders.

She jerked in desperation. His other hand was closing in on the tight crotch of her panties and she wasn't sure which was the worst – the pain in her nipple or the feel of a man's hand on her inner thighs. Never in her life had she imagined that she'd let a man touch her there.

"Tell me how much you love watching people fuck," William whispered, twisting the tit-clamp again.

"Yes, yes, I love it!" Mirabelle screamed as her tit surged with pain.

"Good. But you took so fuckin' long, you can wear that clamp until Dustin's shot his load."

Mirabelle gave a bubbling scream sad fell back in the chair, her face wet with sweat tits throbbing in agony. But that wasn't the worst thing – William's fingers were at the edge of her panties now and she couldn't stop him.

"Please!" she wept.

"Please what?" he asked, his fingers running up over the material of her panties, over the shivering lips of her pussy.

"Please, don't touch me there!" Mirabelle moaned.

"But I thought you loved to be fingerfucked." He reached for the other tit-clamp.

"Yes, yes, I love it!" Mirabelle shrieked, her tits jerking as she shuddered in desperation.

"Then don't tell me not to touch you, got that!" he snapped.

He twisted, the second clamp hard. "Yes, yes – aaagghh." Mirabelle screamed. Her thighs ached horribly as she tried to close them, but the straps around her knees kept them wide apart.