It was like waiting for a strike.  The anticipation growing, Mady's naked body goose pimpling as she wondered if the two women were watching her.  The tongue took it's time.  Rising over Mady like a serpent, swaying gently.  It struck suddenly.  Wrapping around her breasts, forming a figure eight as it tightened around them.  Squeezing harder and harder until they bulged over the muscle.  Drawing a cry of pain and pleasure.  Her nipples ached and throbbed, body bucking and bowing as she clenched at the sheets.  “Fuuuuuuuck!”  The metal bars glinted in the light, set off by the reddening aerola's.  Mady's left hand moved over her hip and between her thighs.  Questing fingers dipped between the folds, playing over the matching bar below.  It ran under her clit, the hard little nub extra sensitive and pulsing pleasurable with each touch.