Chapter 333 Her Cock Night:>>29

• More confident, Darielle aimed further outward and released a harder hit, finishing with a blistering blow just beneath the aureole. Agonized, Janice was making mewling sounds without stop, but her hands never moved from behind her head. Darielle moved to her other side and lashed the outside of the second breast with three powerful strokes. More drool escaped the mouth gag. Although the heat lamps had been left in the den, Janice's body was covered with sweat. "That makes up for only a fraction of all the abuse you've shown me as a bratty sister."
• Darielle picked up the napkin rings and forced one down onto each engorged breast, manipulating the tit flesh to fit. Janice whimpered. Her nipples had stiffened. Each was twice the width and three times the length of a pencil eraser. Matt tied a shoelace onto each and attached the ends to the lead candelabra. Slowly he rotated the candelabra. Her breasts first rose, then elongated into cones, then stretched obscenely.
• "Now for dessert," Matt announced. On the counter were a mixing bowl and whisking tool, a quart of heavy cream and a device for squeezing icing onto pastry. It consisted of a bag to hold the icing, leading into a funnel-shaped tin tube. Darielle poured the heavy cream into the mixing bowl and whisked it just as her sister had taught her, but not beating it so much that it became stiff. Rather, the consistency was between liquid and solid. She spooned it into the pastry-decorating device.