.’ he picked up the pen ‘write on you- so even when ive finished- you’re going to have to get this off- wouldn’t want Tom seeing this would yo...?’ He took the top of the pen and started writing on her breast- she flinched as the nib scratched acoss her nipple. WHORE. Then the other breast SLUT. He the wrote on her forehead- COCKSUCKER. He continued to write obscenities all over her body- she moved and wriggled to get away, tears still rolling down her cheeks. When he had finished he looked at. I had to calm my jealousy. I had to be prepared to share her... I could do that as long as I had my darling now and then. In fact the idea of sharing her turned me on like sharing my Peggy. And then I thought of Peggy. What was I going to do? The bright light of day made me realize I would never do anything so hideous as brand another human being, especially one that I loved as much as I did my wife. I was pretty confused. I loved my new fling with Carol, yet Peggy was still my wife and I still. The size is bigger than I expected it is like 36 and above. I just looked at the juice instead of checking her tits. But somehow my dick just woke up for a second. I cursed myself for thinking bad about a new woman. Anyway, I am not much interested in Indian women after coming to America.However, as days passed by, I feel the urge for the brownish color of the Indian women and Yamini is a perfect specimen of it. My instincts give some signals to my brain making me kind of hornier on seeing her. He smiled and told her she was going to make a lot of money slapped her ass and sent her out. The other girls told her to flirt a lot with the men to get tips.The first few tables the men felt her ass and legs, sliding tips in her thong. She saw a table with an older man alone and she went to get his order he flirted with her and she went to get his beer.. When she got back he offered her $40 to sit with him for a while. She sat down and they started talking. His hand was on her knee and he.