Chapter 142 Tristan And His Mistress

• Melissa
• I obeyed. It was a strange sensation. The clamps were tight and digging sharply and with every step, they dug into my softness painfully. But Tristan was beside me, his arm holding my hands pinned behind my back, my breasts thrust forward wantonly. to make my torture worse, he occasionally pulled at my teats playfully, I moaned and acquiesced, my legs shaking as the tension built up in me..
• We made it up the stairs but he stopped me frequently, kissing me, slipping his fingers between my thighs, feeling the wetness that was flowing from between my legs freely.