“I don’t know. I guess so. I mean no one around here really has tattoos.” “Well, when you turn eighteen you should come by and get one.” “...…”The black woman that smelled like a mix of Indian spice, coffee, and chocolate leans down close to me and places her hand on my shoulder whispering, “You don’t really have to be eighteen.”“Don’t tell her that shit Dee! She’ll go tell her friends and then all these kids will be getting us shut down.”“You wouldn’t do that would you?” She asks.“No. You guys. "Well, we've got a couple more rebels lined up for the outdoor treatment" muttered Van Reisen "Such a crying shame about that Joanne Esterhazy, though. I loved hearing that hard bitch screaming for mercy the other day and I couldn't wait to have her singing along to Tickler's tune again! There's no one can stand up to old Tickler for long!" She looked fondly at her leather whip as she spoke, her ugly face, with its heavy black moustache under the broken nose and her pock-marked cheeks, creased. I don't go out at night. You need to get your pissing done before the sun goes down."The wolf sat down and grinned at him, at least Morales thought it was a grin, but with all those teeth, it was hard to tell."Shit. All right. Let me get my stuff and we'll let you go piss, but if the shit hits the fan, don't say I didn't warn you."The wolf looked back at him as he buckled his belts with his quivers of arrows and bolts, slipped his second bow over his shoulder and picked up his crossbow and. “I want to live on the edge,” I said. “I want to do things I haven’t done before,” I got up, slipped off my thong from underneath my dress and handed it to the wide-eyed Al. I turned around, lifted my dress and wiggled my naked pussy in his face.“Christine!” shouted a shocked Matt. “What are you doing? Get away from him. You are my wife and you vowed to be faithful to me. I am the only man who is allowed to see your, eh… naked sex.”I turned to Matt, slowly lifting my dress over my head and.