I felt funny as his hands moved over my skin. I started breathing faster and my heart beat quicker. He ran his fingers down my butt, then pushed my le...s apart. I wanted to cry as I stood naked in front of him. Felling his hand over the crack of my butt he said to relax. I didn't know what to do as he moved his fingers down my butt crack. My heart jumped when he spread my butt open and touched my butt hole. My fear started to go away and something else was taking its place as I felt his lips. She's got what's called a "Vertical" piercing and a "Triangle" piercing. To put me more at ease, Rachel offered to go on into the back room and show me. She actually took off her jeans and panties and sat down in the chair that she does the piercings in. She leaned back and spread her legs wide open and then reached down spreading the lips of her pussy open for me to see. Her pussy looked so pretty. I was getting really turned on listening to Rachel speak about her piercings and what they were. At this moment I only want to be held forever. The rest only comes after.But I can’t blame him. I, too, feel that burning sensation coming from within. My breath is getting heavier and heavier too, as the knowledge of what we both want becomes more concrete."A little bit more... sorry."Then, while holding me with one arm, he starts touching me from behind. His left hand moves across my asscheeks, until the fingers reach my hole and start rubbing it. I try to suppress the moans, but after a. He watched carefully as each member of the administrative staff came forward and placed his or her paper inside. Once everyone had complied, he picked up his own slip of paper, folded it and put it in with the others.“I’m not immune from this either,” he said as he put the cap on the floor. It was a lie. He was not an employee exempt from overtime. He was classified as an unpaid intern and he wasn’t subject to random drug testing any more than the woman who had served his lunch. But he had no.