“That’s right,” she says. “You are being marked as mine. That is your reward.”I am in a daze as she leads me into the tattoo parlor. I sit q...ietly while she talks to the artist. I can’t hear a word they are saying.After a few moments he walks up to me. “Is this true?” he asks gruffly. “You are going to let me ink you the way she wants, and not ask any questions?”“Yes.” I say, hardly believing the word that just escaped my own lips.“Yes what?” she snaps from behind him, a predatory smile that. ”I was having an orgasm and couldn’t reply.When morning came, actually, I suppose it was afternoonby then, I got up and went down to make breakfast. Thesmell of eggs, bacon and coffee brought my boys down. Wewere all naked, and I kissed and fondled their ballsbefore each sat down. After breakfast, we went into theliving room. I said, “Ben, why don’t you lie down sothat I can climb onto you. Brian, you have the smallestcock, so I want you to take my anal virginity.. It was the winter wonderland dance and there were cardboard cut outs of snowflakes everywhere. It wasn’t like nowadays in college where everybody’s grinding each other, drunk off their ass, dancing to explicit hip hop music. It was everyone improvising unusual dances and having a good time. Then the DJ played a slow song. I was looking for a partner when I saw Emily, in a white strapless dress, looking cute but not absolutely gorgeous. Even so, I decided that I would be a good friend and I. She had a warm memory of strength and reassurance. Dimly, she remembered him sprawled on the couch and sliding down, down into the darkness where she couldn't see.That was foolish, thinking of Alex. Angry, she shook herself and opened her eyes.The door was open and the Mexican with the fancy clothes, Fran's Casanova, was standing inside looking at her."Ah! You have woken up, Chica!"His voice was soft but barbed with a hint of cruelty. Renee shivered, suddenly very much afraid. No longer was she.