Once we had both drank some, Mistress Pam started talking to me. "My little cunt, I am going to have so much more fun with you now. Tomorrow, we are g...ing back to see that nasty couple, to have your clit pierced so you can wear a bell on it. I'm also thinking, I might add weights to your tits and maybe your clit after it heals so they will stretch more."She waited to see if I had anything to say. Even though my parents knew about what I had become, and even had helped make me this way, Mistress. I was afraid she was going to wake up before I could get further but she didn’t. I then decided it was now or never and ran my hand down her covered thigh and up and under her night towards her pussy which I so wanted to taste and fuck now. And then I felt like pressing her boobs but I was shit scared and when I did that, unfortunately she got up and slapped me hard. I wasn’t able to register that thing in my mind but then I just got up from there and went to my room and was thinking about. Teasing me with erotic suggestions and flaunting herself in front of me in her night wear…. touching me up…? We were both teenagers most of those things were happening in fun between good friends all the time, this was the 1980’s after all, pre-war prudery had long gone, swept away by two decades of sexual freedom during the 60s and 70s. I just sat there looking stupid for maybe five or six long seconds before I regained the guts to continue. ‘Emms … it’s about us….’ Oh shit, that was a bad. And her big titties also felt damned good pressed against my chest. And in my hand a few minutes later. Then in my mouth as I opened the buttons of her blouse and after pulling the cup of her bra down taking her dark fat nipple between my lips. As I was doing my best impersonation of a baby, Amy was rubbing her mound all over my cock. And fuck I wanted her. And I was getting the feeling she was wanting me also. We decided to split the party, after walking around it two more times and still not.