I am still meeting with Darren."He sounded so nonchalant for having his dick in my ass.There was a short pause while she talked."Sure Trish, come in a...d lock the door behind you. It'll be fun..."Great, now her too. She opened the door and locked it behind her."You've been pretty kinky with me Mike, but I never guessed you'd be into boys too. Don't worry about me Darren, I just want to watch."With that she sat in a chair and hiked up her skirt. Then she pulled out a small vibrator played with. Mistress sat down at a table, and I sat across from her. 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. People sweat—even I was sweating—and not all people smell good when they sweat. Then there are body fluids. And gasses. People let those out right along with their semen and vaginal releases. It didn't matter. They were two pretty people. It wouldn’t matter to the greater audience that would see yet not smell them.So I stood watching her getting fucked by a guy who probably had been fucking since he could walk, all the while trying to not put my shirt over my nose. They were into it, their. It made our house seem like a guest cottage in comparison.As soon as we walked into what I would have guessed to be the living room I realized that this party was different than any other I’d ever attended. Smoke hung in the air and I noticed that nearly all of the men were puffing on a cigarette or a cigar. My eyes started to water. All of the men, young, old and in between looked, I don’t know, sort of rough. All the women were young; several were attractive. One of the men turned his head to.