She would have it placed on the cheek of my ass and held out a folded slip of paper. She informed me I was to hand that to the artist, and have him ta...too it exactly as shown.I couldn't believe what she was asking me to do but was resigned to do as she asked. I figured anyone who saw it on my ass would likely already know I was a submissive cock slut.When I handed the paper to the male tattoo artist, he asked if I was sure I wanted this particular design. I was embarrassed as hell but told him,. I drove my self balls deep in one smooth but barely controlled stroke. I stopped when I bottomed out and that is when she surprised me. She leaned forward and slammed her ass back against my pelvis and nearly shouted, “Either fuck my ass like you own it or get the fuck out!” I didn't need to be told twice. It was hard to believe that such a cute, wholesome looking woman could be so wild in bed, but I was not going to question the gift that god had bestowed upon me this night. I backed out. I’ll help you with the cover, Joe.”As he moved away I got a hard stinging slap on my rear.The dog now went for my ass and his tongue was once again attacking my pussy. God, it felt so good.I felt the cover go on my back at a finger poking into my ass hole. The finger was removed. Something wet was being applied to the hole. I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart. More liquid. Finger in my ass. Two, three and FOUR!. Moving ina and out. More liquid. Started to feel good.Fingers out.She’s ready,”. Months after Heather's husband had left her, Amanda had moved into the empty home across the street. Though at that time Heather didn't know that Amanda had a dark side to her and would exploit her submissive inner core, they had become friends. Amanda was friendly in an almost older sister kinda of way. This allowed Heather to open up about her struggles of being a lonely single mom. Amanda was that ear to listen and that shoulder to lean on. One evening as the two sat on Amanda's couch.