Chapter 3 Suddenly, she felt something very cold being poured over her ass. It stung like hell when it hit her rim. “Just a little alcohol to steril...ze the area.” She heard the machine start up again and then felt the sting of the needle on her cheek. She squirmed in pain. “You must remain still or the tattoo won’t come out right and your Master will be very displeased with you. Concentrate on something pleasurable.” He started up again and she did her best to stay still. Angela was not sure. I threw her down, onto the bed, without removing her cuffs, and climbed on top, kissing her hard and locking hard onto her shoulder with my teeth. She was pulled to the edge of the bed, her arse hanging over, her lips slick and dripping, waiting. I pressed my manhood against her slit and she focussed up, looking at me with wide eyes, nodding her pleas. “You want to get fucked, Jen? You want this cock?” She screamed out to the room. “Yes, I want it! I want your cock to fuck me, now! Please!”. Unknown to Peggy, her own sex was beginning to warm and lubricate."He is a good looking boy, Kay", she admitted, trying to be open minded, "and developing quite nicely" So you have noticed!" Of course I've noticed! In case you've forgotten, he spends a lot of time at our house with Melissa."Peggy imagined for a moment what it would be like to have her young nephews cock crammed into her cunt, spewing load after load of hot sperm into her. The thought caused her clit to swell slightly and she. So usually - and wisely - I didn't bother. However, this day was a special day, a day when I had to try my best to look my best and thus open myself to ridicule. I approached the desk with justifiable trepidation. The tweedy receptionist smiled patronisingly at my bleached hair, caked lashes, and rouged lips, while laughing internally at my cheap blouse straining to subdue my over-sized tits. And I knew she'd be shaking her head at my mini-skirted fat arse and too-high heels as I following her.