"John had asked about the experience and instead got pointers."Well," John said. He was tripping over his words and had to speak slowly. "it's... been...an interesting discussion. Let's... not do this again."He attempted to stand, but he lost his balance half-way up and fell back into his seat."What the fuck, there's no way I'm this drunk on just a few beers." No, of course not," said Derek. "As I said, I never welsh on a bet. However, on occasion I have been known to cheat a little." You d**gged. Though I was clenching my muscles as tightly as I could my muscles still reverberate. I feel the tears begin streaming down my face. They are cool rivers against my scalding skin. I am burning from the inside out. He has made me flame, a phoenix. I would wipe them away normally, but I have my instructions. My hands are not to release the edge of the desk beneath my hands. My nails dig into the wood as a cry burst from my lips. A moment to breathe then in a whisper, “4. Thank you, Sir.”His. I wondered if it was the same stuff that came out of Daddy. Girls cum too, right? But not the same is it? I didn't think so, Daddy's was much thicker and there was a lot more of it. Hmmm, maybe Daddy left his stuff on the bathroom counter and I could go compare.I quietly opened my bedroom door and peeked my head out. No one in the hallway, I snuck into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Examining the counter, I was disappointed to see Daddy must have cleaned the counter top. I took a. ." I started to demand, turning to look at my arm and stopping in surprise.My upper right arm now displayed a tattoo. It was in the shape of a trident, with the three pronged head at the top, while the staff part went down slightly and was wrapped around my upper bicep three times. And as I slowly ran my fingers over it, I noticed that the whole thing felt smooth.The whole tattoo thing was a little unexpected, but I certainly couldn't deny that it was exactly what I wanted. Well... I didn't.