My dick was getting stiffer by the second; a bulge in my shorts was starting to show.I took a chance and slipped a finger around her waist and into he... belly button, fingering it for just a split-second. Brittany gasped, and her eyes opened and met mine in the mirror. Then her eyes looked down at the reflection of my bulge. She didn't say anything though. She just closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip (pink lipstick!), and rested her shoulders on the counter, and gently pushing her hips out. She. I wasstaring off into space when the cordless phone rang in front of me. Thevibrations on the coffee table triggered something in me. It brought backa memory I was trying to forget.**I am sitting on my couch watching American Idol with my roommate. We'vebeen living together for a year. I had an open room to sublet so I put anadd out on Craigslist. After meeting her at the house, we hit it off. Ofcourse she friend-zoned me pretty hard. After all I was her roommate. Iwas currently trying to claw. At the table we were at, I had a clear view through the window at the piercing place across the street. It could be a total accident, or it could be entirely on purpose. Naturally, I couldn't think of anything else.A couple of months ago, when Mistress had been asking me about things I wanted to try, I had told her that I wanted her to have me pierced. To pierce her cock to prove that it was owned."A permanent piercing is a big commitment, pet," she had said. There had been a tone of caution in. Susan had just flown in that morning, and Dan had spent the previous night in the hotel room the two would share for the next two nights."I'm seeing Phil Cafferty at three," Dan told her after they'd ordered. "Before that, you and I need to talk. After all, you and I —- our future —- might have some relevance to what happens next in my career." I thought you were happy with the Orioles." Susan said."I am. I'm very happy. But how happy I am isn't something we want to share with the Orioles'.