Tomorrow she would not be seeing any johns. Tomorrow was Daddy Hiram'sday!She looked at her face in the mirror. Her flaming red hair was cut veryshort... making it easier to tuck under the long black wig she wore onceor twice a week when she entertained Hiram. Even twelve months after thebandages had come off of her face, it was still strange looking in themirror and seeing Veronica's face staring back at her - well, the redhair helped disguise that resemblance to some extent. The six months. She came over and sat on my lap as Carole dropped to her knees, and attempted to take Mark's monstrous cock in her mouth.Carole licked along the shaft and then used her fingers and her own juices to provide additional lubrication along this rock hard 14-inch shaft (yes it grew!). I could see the fear in her eyes as she lay on her back and pulled her knees up to open herself up. Her beautiful bald pussy was gaping nicely, but it was going to get stretched and she knew it.I must admit I was. .." she sighed, letting her hips fall flat against the bed as sherolled to her side and looked back at me. "You have to fuck me. Now." I smiled, slowly stroking my dick as I knelt before Tara's prone body."I think I can do that." She smiled back at me, rolling over onto her back and kicking herunderwear away as I moved into position, kneeling between her outstretched legs. Tara purred with anticipation as I reached down, located her dewy entrance and guided myself inside. "Mmmm," she moaned,. Biting my lip as the needle goes again and againinto the sensitive skin, I blink away tears while he worked, then criedout as it hurt too much. Helpless on the table, I felt my chin lifted up,then a thick ballgag was forced into my mouth and buckled in place,keeping me silent as he continued on the tattoo. My muffled cries musthave got to my owner as he slowly caressed along my blonde hair andtalked softly to me. I lost track of time, it could have been over 2hours before the tattooist stopped.