I can feel you getting close, the way you gasp and hold my hand tighter, the way you swell inside me, losing your habitual cool, and I’m wishing I c...uld see your face properly, I love to see your blue eyes go dark, dark like my dyed skin, like the hand twined with yours, like the other moving down to our intersecting points, feeling the silk of you sliding in and out of me. You’re nibbling my shoulder, but as you lose control you’re biting too, your lips slightly blue. I raise my hand, wet from. "Ah yes, your son. Of course, ma'am, right away." Giving her a very knowing look and almost a wink he left to retrieve their order."I don't think he believed I was your son, Cheri. I can't say as I blame him. You don't look old enough to have a child out of kindergarten let alone one out of high school. I wonder what he does think, though. Are you some high-priced hooker I picked up for the night? Maybe I'm some rich kid and you're a gold digger after my money. Or could it be you're the rich. “In front of the Black Prince’s position. And look, Count Vee and his escort are falling back to the carriages. No surprise there...”We all heard a galloping horse racing from somewhere behind us, so we shifted our attention to the newcomer. It was a young noble with his kite shield strapped to his back. He roughly hauled his mount to a stop by Captain Minetos. Briefly, the Black Prince’s aide surveyed our men. His self-important attitude radiated from his face, while he steadied his white. "The tongue..." Tongue?" Yes, and also ... um..." he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. "Cunt lips." Where?" I swear I hadn't heard him correctly.He just looked down at my crotch. My eyes turned as round as saucers. "You mean??"He just nodded.And so I found my self at the piercing and body-tattoo parlor. It was one that Carla had recommended, run by a woman, actually, strictly for other women.After I got my belly button pierced, I went out and purchased a flirty halter top which showed.