She stared in disbelief at: One-eight-six. She felt it deciding it was a tattoo not a brand. The numbers were set in a rectangular frame shaped like a...carved wooden sign broken at both ends about five inches wide; the entire tattoo designed to resemble a rough cattle brand. She opened the small jar and touched the cream, deciding it was for her tattoo, it did soothe the pain after a while. When the ceiling opened again, probably a day later she was ordered stand with her back to the. I moaned loudly from the pleasure.“Oh Gary, I love what you do to me. You turn me on so much. God, that feels good.” I hissed.I kept glancing at the erotic image in the mirror, wondering who this sexy young woman was who was responding so totally to the digital stimulation of her vagina. I could see she enjoyed being fingered by the gorgeous hunk of a man who stood behind her. I could also tell she was going to get fucked tonight; fucked long and hard. I felt dizzy as I spread my knees even. The t-shirt came down to just below her hips, but if she were to bend over it would raise up high enough to expose her shapely bottom.Our two small dogs started to bark, and Sally assumed they are barking at another dog on our street. She rushed to the front door to let them out and was surprised to find the pest control man preparing to ring the doorbell. It’s was too late to retreat, so she just stood there frozen in her tracks wordlessly staring at the man. The pest control man was a young. I took two painkillers and a birth control pill off my dresser, swallowed them and took a shower. My makeup was next and then I went to work picking my outfit. I knew I would have to show some skin for what I planned to do. I wore a skimpy white cotton bra, a tiny black spaghetti strap tank top that showed more of my tits than I am comfortable with, and a short brown miniskirt with small white panties underneath. The skirt was just long enough to bend over, just short enough to advertise to the.