Why not

I left Alison a detailed message about how I'd worship her perfect little titties. I explained how at first my caresses would be feather light just barely grazing her skin until her little pink nipples turned dark and turgid. It's actually really easy to describe what I'd do because I had pretty much done everything imaginable to her breasts already and I knew exactly what she liked.

me: Once the nipples are nice and erect, I go on, I'd use my mouth to suck on them and use my tongue to lick them until I've tasted every bit of you. Would you like to feel my teeth scraping your sensitive buds? Maybe even chew on them until you moan?

unknown: oh, Sir that might be too much for an innocent young girl like me ... wouldn't that hurt? More than once when this horny coed has been held down under you you've chewed on her hard enough to taste blood, so you're pretty sure Alison is excited by this even if the shy alter ego she's emulating might seem unsure.

me: Some women like it. You have to wait a little longer for a response this time, but the wait is worth it. The photo on my phone is a closeup of Alison's nipple.

Judging by how deep her nail is sinking into Alison's swollen teat, your pretty sure that she isn't afraid of a little discomfort.

me: that's pretty hot, maybe I'll have a ring put through it so I can lead you around with a chain...

unknown: Mr. Patterson, I'm a good girl ... I could never do something like that.

me: We'll see. Now be a good girl and stop teasing this old man.

unknown: Yes, Sir.

With that the sexting finally ended, but for the rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about what Alison might look like with a ring through her nipples. I even did some casual research on the web and decided that going almost a month without being able to play with Alison's tits was not worth the plus side of seeing this conservative preacher's daughter do something so out of character.

“Hey, Mr. P!” Alison's cheerful greeting makes me smile in spite of myself. “What's shaking?” She looks as good as ever, but there is no way that that top of hers is a coincidence. She is practically daring me to grab a handful of those delicious tits, but I just nod at her and try not to let her get a rise out of me.

“Your little fangirl show up today?” Her self-satisfied grin makes you sigh, but you play along good-naturedly.

“No, not today, Angel.”

“Maybe she's given up on you, Mr. P.” She bites her lips provocatively, “You think?”