." Yes, I can see that," I said, thoughtfully. Sure, a pierced belly button. That wouldn't be so bad."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. Every now and then, he glanced into her eyes and she felt herself becoming aroused, a dampness building between her legs. When all the parents had gone home, Amelia helped him tidy his classroom up, the two of them sharing occasional brushing touches as they did. When they had finished, Amelia sat on his desk, with Mr Cartwright leaning against it beside her. ‘Thank you for your help, Amelia.’ he told her, fixing those warm brown eyes on her, his deep voice resounding through her. ‘No problem.’. We held hands after getting out of the car. We looked cute together walking, I m 1.90mts and she reaches 1.65mts. I opened the door and proceeded to the living room, good enough room for a single guy living in the city, three bedrooms, good kitchen 2 full bathrooms and a little terrace looking to the down skirts and the suburbs. Nothing too fancy. The master bedroom has a walking closet where half is dedicated to my male part and the other to Iliana, my alter ego. We stopped for a second. I fucked her hard, brutally, her cries of pain turned into cries of ecstasy, I spunked deep into her cunt as she came once more. I untied her from the table and we sat talking.« Well Alice » I said, « Do you want to become my permanent slave ? »« Oh yes please sir » she replied enthusiastically.« I warn you I am very cruel and sadistic, if I make you my slave whore bitch, you will have to sign a contract giving me total rights over your body, you will be beaten, ****d and humiliated in public,.