I had to feed you grapes and you had my body tattooed. My tummy says I am your property and you had my back tattooed with Nazi slogans," she splashed ...ater at him."Oh don't be like that. I can remove the tattoos if you want. I mean, you're not angry with having the German flag, or MADE IN GERMANY or DEUTSCHLAND UBER ALLES tattooed on you, are you? I really do consider you as German as I am because you were born here and don't look any different from a white local Brunette. I mean Germans and. And Mommy Dearest was out of my life. When I got home from court (I had gone to make sure mom didn’t escape) I called Christine, my high school girlfriend. We had been “doing it” for almost three years now. She was more than ready to help me celebrate. The five-foot-six redhead knocked on the door. When I answered she just said, “Nice.” I supposed my being naked with a hard-on might have had something to do with that. She came in and I nearly dragged her to the bedroom. I clawed at her clothes. After I'm finished he looks at me and says "look at you". He laughs. "And it took you like half an hour to admit that you're a dirty slut". A though flashes through my mind. He's right. For the first time I really feel how I must look right now. Physically I mean. Tears were rolling down my cheeks because of the deepthroat, my makeup must be a mess. There's saliva on my upper body that has been dripping down all the time. My face is full of cum. I'm a little sweaty and my hair is roughed up. I never intended for something like this to happen. It's just that when she came into the office, she seemed so genuinely interested in my well-being. I just chalked it up to professional courtesy. Still, when I saw her the next time, the way she continued to encourage me just made me feel ... special. I vowed I'd do what she asked, so I recommitted myself to getting in better shape. Not for her, necessarily. I mean, I never expected to see her again. I just knew it was what you wanted, and.