It was silly. She enjoyed the humor of it, but more than that ... the fact that it was so out-of-character. Getting a tattoo at all made her feel free... like she was someone else - getting one of a pair of tits? That just proved that she wasn’t boxed into her life as a graphic designer at a failing company.She was more than that, she was free. It made her forget that she was swimming in debt ... it told her that she could do whatever she wanted.In fact, she might even get another. Soon.Once. As my head hits the pillow I hear you laughing. ‘Clumsy little fucker aren’t you?’ …’Yes Sir’ I whimper. As the flat of your palm connects with my flesh I wince in pain. Again the sound of your laughter rings in my ears. ‘That’s what dirty little sluts get for being disobedient’. WHACK another crack…I can feel the imprint of your palm. Using both of your hands you spread my ass cheeks wide and spit on my hole.‘Sit up…turn around you whore’ you order. As I roll onto my back my knees fall open.. “How could I dream about a dress I’ve never seen?”“Which dress?”I almost shouted, “The one you’re wearing.”“You dreamt about me in this dress? Oh, well, that is interesting.” Gently, she turned my face to hers and kissed me.“You also said something to me, in my dream, well, in one of them.”“What did I say?”“You said, ‘You like mystery, you like different, you like fear.’”Clemency took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Using her hands on my hips, she pulled me to her. The kiss was full on my. I held my mouth open and looked up into his eyes. Suddenly his face contorted and he let out a long low guttural cry from deep in his throat. Time seemed to pause, then his cock spat a huge cable of creamy cum into my face and mouth. His cock twitched then spat again, then again, and then yet again. My face and hair and mouth were coated in his viscous cum, and it felt so warm and feminine that he had wanted to do this to me. A camera flashed, and I looked to the side of the bed to see Geoff.