A quick twitch of her fingers and they are firmly attached, bringing a surely satisfactory moan from me, judging by the way her sadistic smile widens. Then Donna begins to pull back and turn her wrists, cruelly stretching me out and twisting my tender tit-buds agonizingly back and forth. Soon she has me squirming and squealing indeed: whimpering and wailing and begging her to desist. At last she does so, but only in lieu of a more punishing torment. Withdrawing an old-fashioned cigarette lighter from her purse, she flicks a bright yellow flame into life. Then one by one she uses this to singe off the sparse, coarse chest hairs sprouting out around my n*****s, simultaneously inflicting first-degree burns all over my aureoles and heating up the pitiless steel teeth still clamped tightly to m
