Finding none, he gently unhooked my bra, letting it fall from my breasts. His eyes widened, and he bent his head, examining them with a heat, a desper...teness I never thought Piers could possess. His kissed around my nipples, touching them as they hardened, and then took one into his mouth, kissing them with an open mouth, exploring them with his tongue. I gasped, my fingers running through his hair, holding his head to me. ‘Piers, Piers…’ the words fell from my mouth, his lips and tongue. He knows that he is no more that a pathetic fuckpig, his Goddess is always making him write lines saying as such."I'm going to fuck your disgusting ass piggy," she declares sadistically. "And afterwards, I'm going to shove this cock down your worthless throat. So you better have a clean ass piggy, because I don't care if there's shit on it or not."Without warning, she roughly yanks the plug from his ass. He cries in pain, knowing that his ass is probably bleeding. Before he has a chance to. "Hey, stop worrying. We're screening the customers and all the subjects sign releases. In the releases, they agree to everything. They have no legal ground to stand on if they wanted to sue, so don't worry about it." The law is not that simple, Darlene. But, looking on the bright side, I was very glad to find that Mrs. Smith suffered no ill effects from our would-be assassin the other evening. She is a great subject... a perfect subject. Did you see her going after that new guy's ass with her. I pretend that I don’t see you, my little darlings. You are not my prey today. You could be one day. I’m not above feasting on that wonderful class of men who roll up their sleeves to get done what must be done but today, you are safe.I stop and lean as far over the short fence as I can to breathe in the gardenias, my lean frame stretched out almost painfully in an arch that simultaneously presses out my breasts and my hips. I’m steadied by my right hand on the picket as I pull a flower.