I said, “So your nipples are pierced?”‘Yea,” he said as he lifted his shirt, pulled on one of the rings. “Go ahead,” he laughed, “it doe...n’t hurt.”So I pulled and played with his nipple rings. And Roy didn’t stop me for a good fifteen minutes. But that was all that happened that day. I was still scared of pushing my desire. I was reeling inside with wanting to give him a blow job but I resisted. The desire and the wanting never left my mind. Last week Roy came over and sat in my office with me.. Well, of course, total honesty is what everybody, or at least everybody who isn't a crook, wants. I don't think I'm a crook, liar or cheater, at least I very much hope I'm not, so I'm no exception to this rule. But total honesty requires total trust. It also requires to be comfortable enough with one's own feelings to talk openly about them.As for being able to talk and be open about my own feelings and yearnings: That has never been my strong suit. I have never learned doing that, have never. Shuddering from the intense treatment she was receiving to both of her holes caused her to grab his left ass cheek and dug her nails into him in protest. “Oh fuck bitch,” he yelled from the pain and retaliated by slamming into her and holding it in deep without moving. He was still shooting sperm into her and she was chocking on it. In desperation she raked her nails deeply down his ass cheek and drew blood. He yelled and pulled away grabbing her hand. He turned to see the marks and said, “You. "Hey," he yelled out, "could one of you come down here and do a little spotting for me?" "Sure," called back Cindy, as she and Jill both came over to watch as Mark began doing his first set, which caused the muscles in his arms and chest to bulge out with each repetition. Jill was standing next to the bench when she noticed Mark's hardon, and after giving the eye to Cindy, she reached down and just barley brushed the front of Mark's shorts! If Cindy hadn't been there to help him, Mark would.