Mordecai licked his thumb and index finger across his tongue as he watched the Jonesy, the Reverend and Maddy. His fingers painting his spit across Helen's perked nipple. He could imagine how wet her cunt was getting with anticipation. He wanted her dripping tonight. Dripping without relief from everything he was lining up for her.<br/><br/>Mordecai glanced over to Helen's body. Satisfied her nipple was ready. He caressed her breast tenderly. The prelude. Building the moment with every single touch.<br/><br/>His other hand with the open jaws of the saw tooth clamp. Letting her see both how gentle he was touching her and what menace he planned for her. Slowly. Closer. The jaws hovering. The teeth straddling the tight flesh of her nipples.<br/><br/>"I want to hear sounds from you tonight," Mordecai told Helen as he slowly released the teeth of the clamps on her nipple.<br/><br/>Four more to go, Mordecia thought as he watched her reaction. Then he turned back to the Big Screen where the real shows were taking place. He dialed in cage #2 and the hallway in thumbnail at opposite corners. Frank and the girls should be there somewhere.