"I'm scared!" I said aloud and giggled in spite of myself. I looked at what he was doing, pulling on rubber gloves. His tools were a pair of forceps w...th which he would grab each nipple and manipulate it before he pierced me. He had my two rings and a small pair of pliers that he would use to close the rings once they were in me. He also had a kind of thick needle which he would stick through my erect nipples to actually do the piercing. Plus his bottle of disinfectant and some gauze I guess in. "No, you're not in trouble," Julie said, forcing a smile. "Everything's going to be fine."If anyone was in trouble, Julie knew, she was the one. After all, how could she fault Dina for doing what she herself had done. It didn't matter that Doug used to delegate the chore too. He was a full editor, she wasn't. The bottom line was she had been given a responsibility and she had blown it off because she wanted to get laid. Now it was time to face the music."Dina, I'll take care of everything,". I’ve already spoken to him, he won’t charge you too much because I have him under retainer and he can run the two cases together.’ Well, I think that was the gist of what Sonya said, neither my mind nor my memory was working properly by that time. Anger does that kind of thing to some people. But I wasn’t just anyone. I am a professional driver. My working days were spent on Britain’s crowded roads and motorways with anything up to 44 tons up behind me. With the way most of the idiots drive. The shivering moan that comes from him, is like an approval of this, if I've ever heard one. His arms wrap around me, kissing me back with just as much urgency. My fingers do find their way up into his hair, locking tight and kissing him more. I twist enough to give us both better access, to deepen the kiss, to embrace one another. His hands grip my hips, squeezing and releasing every so often. It feels so right to kiss him, he tastes so good. The flavor of him is intoxicating. I suck his.