I...I thought, maybe, that is, I wanted to look sexy for you. I thought shaving might be sexy.”“Shaving?! That’s a hell of a lot more than just ...having! What the hell is that, that thing? That eye!” George was horrified.“George, I love you. Please understand. I accidentally picked the wrong tattoo. It was dark. I thought I was pointing at a red heart.” Lucy stammered another lie.“You went to a tattoo parlor? You had them tattoo your privates? Some tattoo artist touched your privates?” George. Yes, like most women, I’ve sometimes gone up to bed, stripped completely naked and got my toys out. But, from experience, I’ve done it, in the lounge, a thousand times. A little tingling sensation, maybe aroused from something on late night television. A real give away to a fake, is usually the way the woman is dressed. Too tarty usually means stage managed. Stockings. Well, yes, I wear stockings all the time. But we women will always make sure the tops are well covered by the length of our. Several times I saw her looking at the clock as she talked, and told me to remember your parents should be home later. I caught on that she was just killing time before letting us go and telling me not to be late taking her home. When she was sure her sister wasn’t coming back for some reason she let us get up . Her final words were “now don't forget the lessons I have given to both of you”,then said “have fun”.. When we got to my house we kissed again in the kitchen when I went to get some . But she had to admit to herself that she had always had a fantasy about being captured, bound and gagged, spanked, and used by an aggressive sexually-charged dominant man. Then she felt him gently rub some skin lotion on her red burning buns. She began to feel better, sensing that the worst was over. Then he lubricated her tight little anus as she gasped and quivered with excitement. He told her that he had not had anal sex in so long that, after a brief rest, he was “ready” again. He then.