Then I started kissing all over her back, then her neck, then her upper chest. Then slowly, I unhooked her blouse, followed by her bra. Then slowly, I... removed her blouse and bra. Then I pulled the string of her petticoat, which fell down. There she was, standing in just her panties.Her silky smooth skin, the flawless body which was fully waxed, was looking amazing. We admired her body for some time. Then I came in front of her and started sucking and licking her nipples. My intention was to. Ryan then told her that she should rotate the bars at least 4 or 5 times a day, no nipple usage until everything healed in a few months. Then he let Gin go and all she could do was smile a sexy smile and was proud of her nipple piercings. She wore her blouse loosely as we went home and didn't mind if anybody else saw her freshly pierced nipples either. As soon as we got home, Gin bent over the back of the big arm chair, lifted the hem of her skirt and told me that she needed a good solid. Jackson took one look at me and I could see the emotion running across his face.“That ass! I hope he gets what’s coming to him. I just sorry someone didn’t teach him a lesson about putting hands on a woman.”I smiled. “Oh, Brian gave him a taste. A broken nose, a broken jaw, three teeth missing, and just before the cops got there he kicked him, breaking four ribs. If his sister hadn’t held him back he would probably have killed him.”Jackson gave a grin and pointed to a photo hanging on his wall.. (Oops, Katharine, I hope that they don't catch my slip. Oh, Katharine wipe that silly grin off your face, I am trying to be serious here!) In the nature of keeping the subject of the discussion private, we will leave it alone. What I was indicating is that discussions between husband and wife are subject to "marital privilege", in other words; you cannot be compelled to testify against your spouse. Understood? Ok, Continue with your story."Jeff took up the narrative. He described the shock of.