The living room was still a disaster, boxes of nick-knacks were piled along one wall, pictures in wooden frames leaned against a box, and furniture wa... scattered about the room. It would take a while to arrange it to her exacting standard. What he could see of it all, he could envision what the room would look like when she finished.He walked into the bedroom and looked around. It was a very masculine looking bedroom. Above the solid bed was an oil painting of a nude woman reclining on a settee. I undid his belt and then the button on his jeans. I unzipped his pants and that cock I longed for popped out. It was hard and about 8"+. I pushed his pants down and he pulled his legs out. He pulled off his t-shirt. He cock and balls were shaved. On his pubic region was tattooed suck me in script lettering. His balls were long and hung down low. He told me to suck his cock. I started trying to swallow that piece of meat. He told me to get it good and wet. He was hard and wet when he. How it all began.It was about five years ago, the daughter of an old friend of mine had received a twelve month work placement working in the area, and was looking for lodgings as they had move away from the area. As I had known her from a small child I was more than happy to accommodate, and it gave me some live in company.Kate was only twenty, a pretty girl and a pleasure to be with. Most weekends she used to go back to see her parents until she meet a young man locally, a chap called Marcus.. A fresh gasp escaped her lungs as she levitated like an angel, an angel being lifted by the ring of her freshly pierced tits, stretching her once-perfect breasts into upright pears. The pinched finger that held her up by the ring let it go after a few agonizing seconds, but Aranel’s titties found no rest. They were hooked onto something, and her kicking feet could not find the ground. Perhaps it was time to open her eyes.Not a reassuring sight, after all. Aranel’s nipples-ring was now attached.