By this time I don't care about all those people anymore. I know that she's the only one who's important here, at least for me. I dunno why I am so su...e about that. Female intuition, maybe. The others seem to be just guests and after a while I figure out that I'm not the only plaything here. Judging from what little I hear they seem to be Masters and Mistresses with their slaves like ... like ... Mistress and me.Mistress and me. Now. There it is. The words ring in my head and it's just as well. She and my wife smiled at each other briefly as my wife walked toward the door. She held it open and motioned for me to go in. I obeyed.When she had closed and locked the door behind us she opened the changing table that was mounted on the wall and told me to set her things there. When this was accomplished, she pointed at the handicap railing by the toilet. "Pull down your pants and grab the rail."I knew that resisting her would only make matters worse, so I obeyed, undoing my belt and my. She moaned and purred, only making the scene hotter and more out of control. Lost in lust and desire, I. loved my mouth lower and licked and kissed the skin down to her nuts. I licked and kissed and sucked each one. I loved it and loved how they reacted to my attention, tightening and exposing her dangling cock. I licked her cock and she cooed. I felt the soft but firm shaft before returning to her wet asshole. I heard her faintly say, “Fuck me!” and in my young innocence, I asked her if she. I was jealous. Mine took weeks. But then, my tattoos were much larger and more complicated.I let her put her feet down and then I told her to show me her other new tattoo. She was aware of the five boys watching as she pulled her skirt up and showed me the tattoo over her pussy.I asked, "Is it sore?"She answered, "No, a little tender maybe. The piercing is still sore though."I gently lifted the ring that went through the skin above her clit and she shivered. It didn't seem to be a reaction to.