But I don’t imagine you with me. I imagine you as a cheap tart in a brothel like the one on TV, wearing slutty fishnets and fucking and sucking man ...fter man after man, all these strangers queuing up to fuck you like a whore. I picture you fucking sucking, sometimes being taken by a dozen creepy men at once, all using you & abusing you and then cumming all over you.”By this time, I was almost ready to pass out through pure lust. I think all the blood in my brain had run to my pussy. I couldn’t. Asshole of mine. I don’t even let my boyfriend do it.. but I’ll do it for you... I’ll let you fucking pound my ass as hard as you want.... making me scream your fucking name.. fucking me like an anal slut.... Like a fuck slut.. on your marital bed.. where you sleep every night.. fucking me from behind...” she said, spreading her legs and shoving fingers into her soaking wet pussy.“bend me over, and fuck me doggy style.. pulling my fucking hair all the way back so I’m facing you.. kiss me while. They only give them. ... And YOU areNOW, a First-class-sissy! Not to mention that I wouldn't want a horriblelittle bulge spoiling the look of the crotch of your pretty panties."Suddenly the washed out blush returned to normal, and had anamplification, as she got her first taste of the permanence of my work.She furtively tried to pull down her panties to have a closer look atthe horrid contraption, and was greeted by another one of my littlesurprises. I had woven a wide, pink ribbon through the. ”We followed Ohio Drive, then cut over to 14th Street, walking in front of a large and imposing building. “Smell anything, Beth?”She sniffed. “That’s an odd smell. What is it?”“That’s the smell of money. The ink and such. This is the Bureau of Engraving and Printing, where all of the money is printed.”“I bet they get asked for free samples all the time,” she giggled.We just enjoyed the walk, looking at the buildings. There wasn’t much traffic out, and only a few people walking. There was a food.