.. no wonder he was so unpleasant at first. I would be, too, in his case,” I commiserated as I watched the tattoo artist apply ink to Shiraz’s bot...om.“Wow, you’re really getting your ass inked with the words ‘Ike’s Persian Slut, ‘ eh? I love it!” Jane now turned to Shiraz, even as Moira gritted her teeth through her own marking process, biting her lower lip, too.“Of course! Just as Moira’s will read ‘Ike’s Irish Tart.’ That fits, don’t you think? Same with you getting your own tattoo that. "Let me show you."Waving her hand in front of what Kat had assumed was just a decoration, the woman led her through a panel that opened almost seamlessly in the wall. The hallway behind the panel was more corporate, as though it was hidden not for security, but because it was strictly a staff area."My name is Margherite Mason, but most folks around here just call me Margo. I am Poseidon's executive secretary and, incidentally, his number two here at Beta station." she explained as they walked.. Shiny buttons flew into the air and landed on the soft sand. They sparkled in the bright sunlight. The girls' attentions were focused on Maddock and they tittered with delight as he flexed his pecs. They didn't seem to mind his skin was the typical pasty colour of the mid-May Englishman.Unbelievable, Brent thought. They were gagging for it. Completely gorgeous and gagging for it. He glanced over at Stevie S., who flashed him back a smile of triumph as if to say: 'Of course, what did you. She loved to hear about my total nudity around my mother. When she saw me doing it, there seemed to be no turning back. The floodgates of desire began to crack and she contributed to my home shows by actually fondling my naked penis in front of my mother. Once we moved in together, the floodgates cracked completely. Carla discovered just how much fun it could be to be the object of desire. Rather than an outsider, a voyeuristic witness, Carla began to want to be the active participant and focal.