When I acted on impulse and pulled her soft, long brown hair a bit, she turned into even more of a wild woman, if that were possible. She began fuckin... me back with a desperate ardor that left no question of her feelings for me ... it was lust ... pure and simple, animal lust.When Deanna started squealing like a pig and her toes curled, her chest heaving and her breathing shallow, there was little doubt. It was too unglamorous and unflattering a noise to be fake. She was cumming for me, yet. Indeed this one wore a very nice looking dress and moderate heels."Sit on that stool," the woman said. It was a request more than a command. Jennifer complied and sat down gingerly, her ass still sore from her many whippings and enemas."Now I will admister an intelligence test to you. Can you read English?" she asked."Yes mistress." Good," the woman handed Jennifer a clipboard and a pen. "You will answer all questions as best that you can. You have thirty minutes." The woman said and clicked a. As usual, I stopped outside the Tattoo parlour when the door opened."Hi, there," he said.He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed arms and even a multi coloured scarf around his head."Hi," I replied, "bit slow today?" Yep, but I don't mind," he said with a smile. "Why don't you come in and have look at my wall of fame?"I hesitated for a second then nodded, my pub lunch could wait."If I can I take a picture of each work," he explained waving at the wall. It is hard to lay on your back like that stretching your arms like I was doing and not make the bed move. I kept listening to Clark, trying to detect any break in his snoring that would indicate that he was waking up. I let go of the cock with my left hand so I could rub my clit; I don't know why I did that, I guess I just thought it may give me more pleasure. God, I was right! I instantly doubled my pleasure, and by using just one hand now I was able to turn my shoulder down enough to allow.