" OK," I said, "I still don't think I can pull it off."He snickered. "You need to get your mirror fixed." Thanks, just for that, I'm telling Lisa abou... that cigarette."He scowled at me, then laughed. "You want to end up a splotch, you'lltell her. You all stick together, don't you?" Ha ha," I said. "Just for that, if, and I mean if, I do this, you'redancing with me at the wedding. I'm gonna get the band to announce howyou wanted to, and everything."He raised an eyebrow. "Tell you what, butt. Your mom is happy and proud of how you have responded to my discipline. She told me you wanted a tattoo Holly. You wanted it even though you knew they hurt just like you want the pain you're feeling now."Holly was so sore and felt so swollen inside yet couldn't help anticipating feeling it penetrate on each stroke fully inside her. She realized she wasn't even sure who was inside her. She assumed and pictured in her mind it was the other tattoo artist but with the bandage around her eyes. I was very focused and also very peaceful and also.. maybe aroused? I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense, why would I like it so much? There’s no way you’ve conditioned me to like it or anything. And I’m squeamish with bodily fluids and at some point I was licking your cock and there was precum and I was happy to taste it. What the fuck. Not cool. What are you doing to me - are you doing anything, or is it just me? I really wasn’t afraid of pain before I met you. Not really. I wanted to. It was incredible to feel her breasts rubbing on mine, her youthful body quivering while my cock rubbed against her belly, the tip throbbing.“Yes, yes, yes!” grunted the girl on the president's bed, her short, black hair bouncing as he pounded her from behind. Her large tits bounced and swayed.“Better get fucking, President Woodward,” he grunted as his heavy balls smacked into his woman.I broke the kiss with Branka. “Just trying to make it fair for you.”He laughed as he thrust away, gripping.