For the second time in three years, we were headed to regionals, only this time we all knew we wouldn't be meeting Elkhart again. They were hosting th... 4A Regional. It was pretty cool, though, that we'd get to host the Regionals this year.Whitney hadn't been in school on Friday so I still didn't know the status of my prom date. MHS had a big pep rally Friday morning, supposedly for both the girls' and the boys' teams. Of course, Whitney's team got most of the attention. Apparently it paid off. Then his wife got involved in our conversation, she came and sat next to me on a bar stool and we all had a bit of a laugh together. They had both been at the drink a while before I got there and she was definitely a bit tipsy. She had a little extra weight but that was balanced out by the size of her huge tits, that her top was struggling to control. Every time she spoke to me she looked straight into my eyes and, well,,, I struggled to keep my eyes of her tits. She was loving it, she was. The loser would beescorted to the mall, have his ears pierced, and wear those earringsuntil the first game of the 2017 season.Well, a bets a bet, so Monday after work, I met up with Matt at thePiercing Pagoda at the mall. I was glad, though rather surprised, thatMatt was, for him, subdued. I fully expected to be majorly razzed byhim, but, he quietly explained the situation to the woman in the kiosk,as I reluctantly sat down in the chair to be pierced."No need to be embarassed," she said as she. You move it down my the outside of my arm and up the other side. You reach my breasts. You gently tap it against my hard nipple. You hear a gasp escape my lips. The teasing of the leather is driving me mad. You tell me to open my eyes, you want to see me. You slap my right nipple with the crop again, a bit harder this time. I wince just a tiny bit. I love the feeling growing in my nipple now. I am craving more, I want to really feel it. You hit it again, three time in a row, getting harder each.