Her breasts were big and firm. They were thirty-six C, she'd told me before, with smaller areola, much darker than her breast, and big nipples. She ju...t stood there in red lace hip-hugger panties (My personal favorite) and shoes and I just stood there and ogled her. My cock was pulsing and twitching and she was staring at it. It had started to ooze pre-cum and that was dripping off the end and onto the carpet. She'd glanced down at it on the carpet and that was very exciting too. And she'd lick. She shrugged her shoulders: she did pierce herself before, she could do it again; it wasn’t as if it hurt because she doesn’t feel pain like humans do. Pain only feels pleasurable to her, but it never could compete with the rich, fulfilling pleasure of the taste of man’s cum.Slave looked down at Rusty and said, ?That’s always fun.? She gave his face a few love slaps; his eyes contracted to the strikes, which only made her smile. ?Now, let’s play a new game.?Slave got up and left Rusty on the. "I looked down at the tablecloth, then noticed the approaching waiter and gestured to him to give us a few more minutes. We were, of course, both right. And it wasn't the first time we had said these things to each other. My lips tightened as I tried to stop myself from telling her the rest of the story. But my determination ebbed away; I knew that I could not continue doing what I once had seen as necessary for my own self-preservation.But the words would not come easily. Finally, I looked up. At 5'5," she wasn't remarkably short for her age but she was definitely petite. With her lithe frame, small hips, toned midsection, and more in her cotton bra than expected, she was irresistible. When they weren't making short jokes, boys seemed to fawn over her.But today she wasn't interested in other boys... For years she'd been enduring the teasing of her older brother, father, and countless other family members for being so tiny and young. The occasional joke from a cousin as she grabbed a.