He mentioned piercing in responce and I made a face. I didn't like the idea though overly much too many punk kids on TV with piercings trying to look cool the tattoos had sounded far more interesting, I'd always loved tattoos and had assumed Goodfellow would be into that given his subject area. More evidence assumptions weren't safe to make here.<br/><br/>"not right yet. Just a little more" He said and I tensed. His mouth descended and I squeezed my eyes shut only to force them back open to watch in defiance, I wouldn't let myself hide from what was happening.<br/><br/>I focused on trying not to let anything slip, not to give away any kind of reaction to him least of all favorable. I clenched my fists tightly feeling my fingernails dig crescent shaped gouges into my palms, feeling the moistness of blood as I dug too deeply. I tried to breath evenly but it sounded ragged and strained to my own ears.<br/><br/>I despised the reaction of my body the pleasure that seemed to humm through me. I hated the bubble of excitement I'd felt when he'd lower his head to draw me into his mouth again. I tried to hold as still and silent as possible but I'd never had to fight myself before and I was losing terribly I feared. My breathing was off, my breasts swelled, my nipples reacting to his every touch, and to my highest shame I could feel a dampness between my thighs.