Having arranged to meet a lovely, imported to the area, Peach, I anticipated a mouthwatering brunch.  On opening the box, my eyes feasted on the Peach's pale flesh and toned curves.  Slowly, I removed the Peach's gossamer wrapping to expose the remainder of her profile only to notice black and blue areas adjacent to both nipples.  They looked like Rorschach blotches on a background of powder snow.  I asked and the Peach replied that she had been exploring the pleasures of masochism.

How should the Peach's glorious, natural breasts be handled over the next two hours?