She rested Sweetness' head on her lap, and squeezed her hand tightly and affectionately as she winced and cried out. And then after all the piercing w...s done, she cuddled Sweetness to her chest as the rings which had been inserted into her nipples and clitoris kept the piercings open. And only after a quarter an hour or more of such voiceless comforting were the chains threaded through the rings, weighing her front down, and bringing her to fresh cries of pain, as they tugged at her tender. Seems I had got inked up last night, with a full 'sleeve', running from the back of my neck, all the way down to the back of my hand. That was a LOT of fucking ink, surprisingly more than a dude could have taken in one setting. It was basically 'bio-mech', but had lots of torn flesh and b l o o d! I did like the b l o o d dripping part, and the torn muscle a lot—apparently I at least did pick it out. Checking the other pockets of my jeans, I found money in all four pockets. What the fuck had. "You will find me just a little twisted and very teasing. I am going to teach you to enjoy bondage; you will so enjoy your time with me." Fenton's cock stiffened as she spoke, she was certainly a very attractive woman and there was no doubt whatsoever that she was in charge. He quailed a little at the idea of bondage, but had full trust in Hortense; he knew he could come to no permanent harm with an associate of hers, unless she advised him that this was to be the case. His cock bobbed as he. The two of them spent a minute putting on a show for the camera, dancing at the edge of the stage, before they moved back to the table. My wife was still seated at the back side of the table, and the two men (instead of standing behind her) moved to the sides of the table. The positioning gave my wife perfect views of their muscled bodies, their huge cocks hanging out over the table. Lighting returned to normal, indicating it was time for the question. This time my wife only had thirty.