Don't you, girly boy?" She seizes my balls and squeezes. Through the ring gag I emit a squeal that sounds like it's coming from some kind of vermin c...ught in a trap. The leather mistress chortles. "I see what you mean. Shame, really. When he first came in he actually looked kind of cute. I was even thinking he might be the kind of guy I'd do a switch session with, be on the bottom for a change." Her eyes twinkle as they appraise my aching cock. "He's not even badly hung." She comes. He stressed this in his conclusions of the report and signed it.I received my private eye's report including the evidence that the lies spread about Shirley's pregnancy were put about by Bill Lambert's mother. I knew what I wanted to do with them. I wanted to confront the colonel with this evidence so that Shirley was seen as the innocent victim in the persecution that followed. I realised though, that this could well estrange mother and son. I felt however the final decision should be up to. "A high wall surrounded by fields. Inside, a lot of streets and houses. It looked like it could be a nice enough place to live, if you like cities." You could see past the wall?" Charis gasped her surprise. "But, wasn't there a barrier?" I felt something there, but it was easy enough to push on past. The buildings at the center of the city had a much stronger barrier, and I didn't even try to get through it. The one at the wall felt like it had been put up by a machine of some kind, but I'm. “He said that maybe I should be marked to show that I am, black-owned, baby.”“Marked, how baby?”“He suggested that I get a tattoo, to show that I am, black-owned."“A tattoo? Of what? And where baby?”She paused for a moment, “He suggested that I get a small black spade tattoo baby; either on my right breast or my shaved pussy, or even both.”There was another moment of silence, “What do you think? Christy asked, “Would you mind?”“Wow,” I replied, “do you want to get it done?”She picked up her.