She climbed off me and started walking back to the piercing chair, wearing only her heelsI stood quickly and grabbed her arm spinning her around. I pi...ked her up by both ass cheeks, kissing her in the process. As we kissed, I walked to the piercing chair and sat her down. She immediately spread her legs.I gently removed her new chain from each nipple barbell, and then, her clit ring. I poured the chain into my left hand and stuck it in my pocket. "Four minutes left of you wearing that tonight!". The couple knew exactly what I was doing and move closer together, making it easy for me, I got down on my knees.I grabbed both cocks and jerked them a little harder. I started with the big guy, no teasing stuff, just launching it down my throat. I eagerly jammed his cock back and forth into my mouth as he moaned. Just when I suspected he was going to cum, I switched to George's cock for a little. I was much more playful with him, licking him up and down, sucking his balls, looking him dead in. On the desk in her large cabin was a little note on her personal pink stationary that she had written to her mother, explaining that when the love of her short life didn't show up on the Titanic because her father bought the young man off, she lost all reason to live any more. The note continued that she blamed her death on her father's overbearing desire to control every facet of her life.Putting the hand-written tear-stained note back down on the desk, Eddie glanced through some of the other. Every girl relinquishes control and accepts some pain as the price of pleasure at least once in her life, when she gives up her virginity. Most women willingly do it again when they give birth to their children. Women have their ears pierced and men accept the pain of tattooing as the price of self-adornment. For me, that exchange of pain for joy is a central part of my life, and I wouldn’t have it otherwise. I had sown the seeds and now I just had to wait. The first contact happened that same.