Not too soft, rather, working hands that felt great as they roamed my body and massaged my breasts. Our shirts were soon on the floor and I ran my f...ngers across his chest. His hands found their way to my ass and he pulled me into him. The feel of my nipples against his bare chest was enough to send my mind over the edge. We made our way into a stall and shut the door behind us. Once inside the stall I paused and looked at him, a small hint of fear in my eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked. I glance at his painfully hard dick. I know what is going to come. He reaches for my head and pulls it towards his throbbing cock."Suck me, Minx!" Michael orders me.I obey and start deep throating him. My pussy is crying out to be touched. Michael very seldom plays with it while he takes pleasure from me. He prefers to make slaves wait until after he finishes before they get their release. He says it is his right to receive satisfaction before them. I agree most of the time. He loves to torment. Then looked again. Ken felt his shock as he realized there was no redness or swelling and they appeared completely healed. That was because they were completely healed, but Gary knew that was impossible."Maybe we should talk about aftercare for your piercings," he said. Ken, following his thoughts, knew he was probing for information. Nipple piercings did NOT heal overnight. "Especially considering your fondness for certain kinds of rather unsanitary play." I don't think it'll be a problem,. Her man went off with Montgomery, up to Canada. Dead likely, probably froze his pecker off." Three of them?" I asked."T'other's the youngest, barely ripe, but a rebel for all that. Cunny's nearly hairless." Why does he do it?" I asked."He's the laird. Does wha' he likes. Spect it gives him pleasure. He's a bit odd." He touched his temple and then his nose."This town is loyal then?"He nodded. "Them that ain't, we burnt 'em out, ran 'em off. Cept these three women."I just shook my head and had.