You never know you might find something you like.” “And how would you know this place is good?” Natalie sighed, “Because the guy who did these...” she lifted her shirt and pointed at her pierced nipples, “says this guy is good.” “That still doesn’t answer my question.” Once again Natalie sighed. “Because the guy who pierced my nipples says he’s the guy who did his back before he became a tattoo artist himself.” “So some artist school drop out that you know says he’s good. Just about any person on. I'm sure Mistress Lavender would be very grateful." She's a good girl," he said uncomfortably. "She weren't the kind you got close to, not that I would. But I don't want to see nothing bad happen to her either." I told you, she'll be fine," Nilsen assured him. "She's had a hard time of it, but from what I've seen she's strong and will be back to normal soon. You said it was the Proctors that took her? Is that normal?" That's what I heard," he said nervously. "I won't say it's normal, but it. She stepped in front of me bending over into the trunk, saying, “ let me get that for you”. As she looked back at me with her ass sticking out and her dress hiked up enough for me to see her cheeks. I pulled her dress up over her waist to expose her sweet ass with her black lace thong panties. I slapped her ass telling her that she was a bad girl as I left red hand prints on her ass. She said that she needed to more punishment for what she had done and that is when I pulled her panties down to. Hmmm. As if she was reading my mind, she repeated, more softly. "Please, don't tell. They'll KILL me. Please. I'll do ANYTHING. Please." Her eyes glistened with drying tears as she looked up at me pleadingly. Getting no reaction from me, she turned her head to look at you; but your eyes were locked with mine, as we both weighed the exciting possibilities.As she gazed hopefully at you, she must have been surprised to hear the sound of my zipper being quickly lowered. As if in disbelief, she.