She was not wearing panties or any under garment apart from Pavadai (under skirt), I started to rub her cunt with my fingers and it was slightly wet. ... asked her to lean back on the wall and I went down to smell and eat her wet pussy & clit. She pressed my head from my back with her and my tongue was almost inside her sweet light reddish pussy hole. I squeezed her tasted big pussy with hungry and it feels we are in heaven.I got up from down and asked her to stand up and turned and face to wall. Clearing my throat, I said, ‘Look, I’m sorry about that. Where’s Percela?’ She turned towards me, but seemed reluctant to meet my eyes. I was immediatelystruck by a livid scar across her left cheek, an angry white against her taffy-colored skin. Shrugging, she said, ‘I don’ know, Missus just tell me come in Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Sorry, I din’ know you here, otherwise I knock.’ She pronounced ‘you’ as ‘jhou’. I gave her a reassuring smile and told her I didn’t know I’d be here either. She. He replied "just keep coming back to me beautiful". I came back to applause from the table. Mark asked Tim truth or dare. He responded with dare. He said I want you to yell out the size of your limp dick. We all laughed. Tim yelled out "I'm 8 inches limp, and pleasure for the hoes when I'm not." Mark and I called him a liar. I knew black men were supposed to be big but that had to be lie. Later on in the night Mark was loaded and was being a mean drunk like he can be at times. I asked Tim to. At the table we were at, I had a clear view through the window at the piercing place across the street. It could be a total accident, or it could be entirely on purpose. Naturally, I couldn't think of anything else.A couple of months ago, when Mistress had been asking me about things I wanted to try, I had told her that I wanted her to have me pierced. To pierce her cock to prove that it was owned."A permanent piercing is a big commitment, pet," she had said. There had been a tone of caution in.