"I want a tattoo," Alice said. "I want a tattoo of Sylvia's Swamp Dog on the base of my spine." A tramp stamp?" I asked."Yes of course," she said."Wel... you have earned it. I'll introduce you to Luis and you can discuss it with him," I suggested."When?" Alice asked."Don't you want to think about this some more?" I asked."Fuck no, if I think about it I might chicken out," she said."Jeremy, are you going to be alright with this?" I asked."It's her decision. She is my sister not my daughter," he. He didnt wait. He didnt allow time for her to accommodate him, he was balls deep almost the instant he gained access. Tears streamed down her face as she fought not to scream. M switched his grip from her hips to her throat, two handed and pulled back to ensure his cock was as deep inside her little asshole as possible. Seeing an opening, one of the other men sat on the edge of the bed, ready for his cock to be deep throated again. M applied pressure until her knees buckled again, then released. With-in a few minutes I washigher than a kite. Sandi was holding my hand the whole time, reassuringme that this is all for the best.I am not sure how much time went by. Sandi gave me a kiss saying, ?Seeyou in the recovery room?. They wheeled me into the operating room. Dr.Madison was there giving me a warm reassuring smile. Theanesthesiologist added some drugs to my IV saying, ?Count back from 10?.?10?this is my last chance to stop all of this. Am I really goingthrough this? 9?this is my last. Glade smiled. Demure's anger at her predicament gave the women the strength to ward off despair. But all it took for hope to vanish was to gaze beyond the mottled shade of scrubby bushes between which they darted across the dusty, sometimes sandy, soil. Beyond was an unforgiving endless barren plain.Glade gestured towards the empty dune-strewn horizon to the East. "We can't go that way because we don't know where the next spring or oasis might be." She gestured towards the distant blue aura of.