“Bravo!” said the boy at last, although he was still enjoying the show. “You got the stingers out! You can relax now.”
Tiffany collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard and perspiring visibly from her exertions. Her nipples still ached terribly, but they did feel better now that she had finally managed to pull the stings out.
When the girl’s breathing had returned nearly to normal, the boy whispered in her ear again: “Your nipples will still hurt bad for a while, but at least you got the stingers out. There’s only one problem. The wasps you killed are an endangered species. If anyone finds out what you did, you could go to prison for years. You’ll have to hide the evidence.”