Quick as a cat, Anastasius moved his tool from her nipple up to her mouth.  His hand gripped tightly, to hold her jaw open as he jabbed the iron tongs between her lips and closed them on the stained hardness of her teeth.<br/><br/>"That was quite nice my pretty little tigress," me said softly as he gripped hard and began to twist the tool back and forth to work her sharp incisors loose, "Do feel free to sing more for me."