In this room, I could see a man, attractive, probably in his forties, sitting on a leather couch across the room. From another door, a beautiful blond... woman, wearing a bustier and heels emerged. "He wants you to serve him a drink," she said. She had a bottle of cognac in her hand, and I reached for it. "Haha, no not like that," she said. She grabbed my hair and pulled me down on all fours. Then she pulled my thong aside. She started licking my hole up and down, and pushing her tongue a little. He has me strip immediately, I am not fazed that I have not known him long. It is not about the body, it is about the decoration of the body and we both know this.I am shaking as I undress, I do not know what to expect, but I love this about him. He knows I will enjoy it so much more if I do not know what is happening.I find him examining my body. He beings work with the piercings I already have.First my bridge is taken out and replaced with a long spike, inches from my eyes, then my septum. At the same time, my right hand had made its was to her left breast, cupping and squeezing it gently (after all, I didn't want it to get lonely).I then switched over and repeated the same process to her right breast."Godddddddddd" she says, in a low growl.I then kissed my way down her stomach, and shifting around to get between her legs, I push them apart and started gently kissing her pussy."Yessssssss", she said, pushing her pussy up to my face.Taking this as my clue, I start licking and. "I can't honestly say, I hadn't suspected as much—watching you sing to one another, love song after love song. I remember the day Joan auditioned to be your singing partner. I'd never seen the look on her face before that I saw that day." One more thing, Tell this to your father and you'll see how upset I can REALLY get—I had a fling with my brother Sam, when he was 18 and I was 15. It lasted for the summer and we did the same thing you two just did. My mother had put me on the Pill when I was.