Target screamed as a thousand tiny fires raced across her skin.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. She told me her husband wanted to try something new-enemas, and she wanted to be prepared beforehand. I fixed us each a glass of wine and we talked about what was going to happen. After we relaxed, I got up, took the bag and went to prepare the soapy water for her special treat. I had done this so many times before, to myself, to other lovers, so this was not new to me. I hung the bag from a hook on the closet door and called her in. I was really getting turned on watching her remove her. " As I said this, Bob moved closer to inspect the boot which I was nowresting on my knee. But as he looked at the boot his eyes spotted the bigtent in my lap. In one fast move, Bob bent over and groped my crotch andsaid: "Shit! You're fucking around with my boots!" As he said this he madeanother grab at my crotch and caught my balls which he proceeded tosqueeze. "Please, Bob! Let go of my balls! That hurts." As Bob released his grip on my balls a smirk began to creep across hisface.. ”“If you’re sure, I really appreciate it. Thank you,” I said as I bent over to pick up my bag. “I’m ready when you are.”Those blue/gray eyes, his pearly whites, and his deep dimples all smiled as he dramatically extended his arm toward the student parking lot. Starting off, I suddenly became very conscious that he was just far enough behind me to be looking at my butt, what he had called my “fine lil’ booty.”Yes, it was tight. I did lots of dance exercises along with our song routines. It.