I adjusted my clothing and paid the tattooed man, taking the after careinstructions sheet he offered up. Bidding farewell, the tattooed man said"I hop... your mate pays up, and if you fancy a tat with your winnings, youknow where to come!"I drove home, looking forward to sending a picture of my new acquisitionto James. The piercing was a little sore, but nothing I couldn't handle.It took less than 10 minutes to drive home, but it felt like an hour. Iwas desperate to get home to take the photo of. ”Dan had not put into these Declarations when he converted the building the one year of ownership requirement before a unit could be rented. He had previously kicked himself mentally in the ass for this omission a number of times. He knew it would be difficult now to revise the declarations to put this provision in but if the present owners were grandfathered in there was the possibility the revision would be approved. He would suggest this revision to the Declarations at the next Board. Each one had little hard rubber studs, some in one straight line and some with the hard rubber studs encircling the entire tube. Mr. Ronald also had some wine and a bunch of different types of sexual lubrication. Mr. Ronald got naked and sat in his huge recliner, stroking his hardening cock. He directed me to 'come over here and bend your ass over.' I walked over and bent at the waist taking hold of my ankles. Mr. Ronald lifted my skirt and smeared an amount of slippery substance into my butt. "Holy shit. What are you doing?" I looked over my shoulder upstairs, knowing my daughter was sleeping.Maria just laughed. "I'm doing what I wanted to do a long time ago," she responded and then, without warning, unzipped her jeans, unbuttoned them, and pulled them down.I was standing there in my living room wearing a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and staring at this amazingly petite friend of mine in a black lacy bra and a pair of sexy ass orange underwear.She laughed."Yeah, I know. Doesn't.