Time to make his little pet more of a pet, and less of a free agent. Not that the word free would apply to her anymore. He made a meticulous lineup of...accessories, in the order in which he would apply them, starting with the hardware.He hadn’t made any permanent changes to her yet, and he wasn’t planning anything major. Still, he wanted to mark her. He was a fair artist, and had experimented with tattooing many times. His gun was all lined up, loaded with ink. Alongside it was a box with. She quickly turns around, startled. Her husband in his chair looks up at me with a questioning look on his face. She looks at me, trying to place me. I was about to introduce myself when Stacy screams, “Mike, is this you?”“Yes, I can’t believe that I ran into you here.”She grabs me and we hug tight. My semi-rigid cock brushes against her clean shaven pussy and her perky tits press into my chest.After a lingering hug, Stacy steps back. “Oh Mike, this is my husband, Rob... Rob this is Mike, the. It was soft and sweet, friendly and caring. She didn’t want him to think that it was all about sex for her, either. She wanted so much more than that from him. She didn’t want to have sex so much as make love, over and over, for hours at a time. For her, what had happened, it had diminished the meaning of sex substantially. It had totally cheapened it. It had to be more than that to be meaningful and important.She wanted to be in bed with him- a much bigger bed- alone, with nothing given that. " She giggled and then said, "We can use it to get off when we get off."I laughed, gave her a hug and a kiss and a five minute head start before I went upstairs and punched out and headed home.I walked into the house and found mom in the kitchen. She was wearing only an apron and high heels."Can mommy's motherfucker tell that mommy has been anxiously waiting for him?"I unzipped and took out my cock and said, "Mommy's motherfucker hasn't thought of anything all day but getting home to baby's.