Then John quickly took the ring and forced it into and through the tiny puncture hole in her pierced nipple. Again Barbara wailed in pain shaking viol...ntly on the bed as John finished his decorating of her tit with the gold ring. Barbara’s screaming stopped for the moment, but her breathing was deep and uncontrolled, quite normal for someone feeling like her tit had just been ripped off. She opened her eyes to see John dabbing her breast with a tissue sopping up the blood. Her nipple was red. There is your hero, rebel states! Kip Miller, the most masculine amongyou, and there he is in pink and waltzing with a handsome boy like it'shis wedding night. One little hypno session, and suddenly she is queenof the sluts.Oh my, now what's going on there? What is that Dirk saying to her? Kiplooks positively flushed, as if about to...cum? Already? Oh that isdelicious. Yes, men everywhere, there is your pillar of heterosexuality,about to cum in his panties merely from dancing with a boy.Oh joy. Today though, the other high stool is out of action and they are using an ordinary plastic chair at the side of the pool. “Orange T-shirt” sits down. He’s still carrying the pole.As I swim down the pool towards the deep-end, he’s sitting on the chair, legs apart, close to the edge, so I have an even better view of him, his delicate fingers idly playing with that pole, now upright in his hands between his legs. As I make my turn and come back past him, I can’t help smiling to myself at the. Maza toh bohot aya par mere boobs abhi laal ho gaye the.Aur bohot dard ho raha tha unme. Toh maine kaha, “Pandit ji abhi mujhe boobs main dard ho raha hai kuch aur nahi kar sakte kya.” Unhone kaha, “Thik hai saree nikalo aur nangi let jao.” Maine vaisahi kiya. Meri aakhe abhi bhi band thi. Mene apne pet par ek garam chiij mehsus ki.Mere mulayam pet pe woh chij pandit ji ragad rahe the. Woh chij kuch aur nahi toh pandit ji ka lund tha. Unka lund mere pasine se bhige badan par fisal raha tha aur.