Maura squatted next to me. “Go on,” she said. “Take the clothespins off first.”
“H-How?” I stammered. “My, my hands are tied.”
“Think." Her hand on the back of my head pushed me forward.
My mouth opened and my tongue tasted wood. Lower teeth, then upper teeth contacted the porous surface. Slowly, slowly, my jaw closed, lifted away the clamp, and the woman heaved a relieved sigh. I let the clothespin fall to the floor where it splashed in the abundant p***y juices. But the other clothespin was tougher. It was on the side Ryan had done, and it was really jammed up there. I couldn’t get it off all at once so I had to move it a little, let it clamp back down, get a better angle, then move it again, and with each move the woman moaned in pain. But the worse was when I nearly had it off and i
