"It seems I'm not the only one who's pierced." Obviously," I replied, sticking out my tongue and letting my tongue ring flash in the light.It was seve...ral seconds before she could manage a reply. I've learned it's best to allow Pristines to work things through on their own and didn't really mind that she was openly staring at my pierced cock. Occasionally her eyes darted to my mouth, which now concealed my tongue ring, and she seemed to contemplate the full implication of my piercings."Ooh, I. Mr. UPS laughed, looking down at his spoil of war, he slide his cock out of my horny bitch boi's mouth and let his big balls dangle in front of my face. I was in heaven. Sucking on those smelly balls, I could feel the wrinkles in the skin, taste his pubes, inhale that man scent. That week at the club wasn't a dream, I got fucked that night. I've been so horny lately as a result that I just can't control myself. I'm losing control to this man I've never officially met; this man who used me twice. ‘My secretary’s a little late.’ I nodded toward Irene’s empty desk. ‘Steel City Investigations?’ That voice! The accent was mid-west, Chicago maybe. ‘That’s me. Bobby Wadword.’ A smile teased her lips and I added, ‘I guess my dad had something going other than his name.’ She didn’t answer and I realized she was still standing. ‘Come in,’ I said and motioned toward my empty office. Though there was still no sign of Irene, I closed the door. As I turned back, I saw she hadn’t bothered to sit in. David could tell Patricia was mounting the summit of pleasure by her pleas and many other numerous non-linear modes of human communication. With her head tilted back a scream issued forth from her mouth that thrilled David from head to toe. He felt her contractions around his burning hardness, as he was inundated with Patricia’s hot fluids and she creamed hard against him. ‘Oh David I’m com-m-m-I-n-g,’ she cried out, as a spasm of pleasure made her lock her thighs even tighter against his hips,.