Do you understand?”“Yes Sir.”“So when he wants you to go just as your period starts, you will go and have them enlarged to any size he wants?�...�“Yes Sir.”“And you will also get your clit and tongue pierced. I see you got your nipples pierced and they look very nice, but I told you to get the big rings where men could pull you around by them.”“Yes Sir, but the store insisted that the bars go in first and then the rings.”“You will go tonight and get them changed and have several tattoos. One over. I said, in my sexiest voice, “Would you like to fuck me?” His voice came out in a whisper, “yes” he said. Moving quickly, I unfastened my jeans and rolled onto my hands and knees. Reaching back with one hand, I lowered them just enough to expose my tiny, pink anus. Then I wiped some of his cum from my chin and used one, ruby red fingernail to coat my puckered hole with it. “Fuck me here” I moaned, “I want you in my ass”. Now remember, I said that there were few things I liked more than sucking. Her only regret was that she couldn’t bend far enough down to suck them herself. Her eyes wandered down to her stomach that although was not as flat is it had been, still only had a slight curve. She then looked at her pubic mound covered in short, well-trimmed black/red hair. Finally she turned and looked at her curvy rear that she had always thought of as her best feature and she loved it when Frank, her husband of five years explored her soft mounds, squeezing them and then pulling them. Since that magic moment, we’ve spent years doing our married thing, plodding on, watching our friends and neighbor’s marriages go up in smoke, congratulating one another on the quality of our relationship. We were living the middle-class, good-life–two kids, a boy and a girl, and a nice house in the suburbs. My husband had his work and was successfully climbing the corporate ladder, the kids were both doing well in school, and me–I was dying inside. Every one of my days was a carbon copy of.