A few months ago my agency sent me to a company not far outside of London for a planned three days work. The guy at the firm who was looking after me ...as called Brian. He was late thirties, middle management type, but seemed a nice fellow - he set me up efficiently, showed me the essentials (where the tea-making facilities were mainly!) and left me to get about my work. The first day passed uneventfully and Brian came to check in with me before he left for the evening. "I won't be around. When he removed the device, the coiled Wicked Whip was expertly branded into her skin. The detail created by the laser was precise. It looked very much like a tattoo, but was branded totally into the skin rather than just being pigment in the upper layer.Target continued to cry and whimper but at least the preparation was finally over. The "beautician" took a bottle of lotion from her pocket and began to rub it into the now smooth area between Target's legs. At first the lotion felt. After unburdening myself of my feelings that all men are pigs, I was well on my way to a hangover. I got talking (or should that be slurring) to a few people and to one girl in particular. She was 5’7” tall, slender build with long flowing thick jet black hair in a ponytail and the deepest brown eyes. She told me she was a student, studying psychology PhD. I must have been a classic cases study!We got pretty drunk and drank the night away, heading back to my place to do some further damage to a. I carefully moved myself up until I was almost sat leaning against the headboard and Colin followed me, until he was on all fours between my legs. I wasn’t quite sat up but as Colin bobbed his head back down to my cock I was able to gently stroke his hair and shoulders, hoping to reassure him that I was quite happy with what he was doing.And I was!Colin's head was now bobbing up and down in my lap, and he was using his teeth gently rasping against the skin. This was fantastic! His hand was.