My hiding place of choice wasbehind the sofa. It was the 1970's. At the time, thigh highs withgarters were still very popular. Also multicolored knee ...ighs werebeing worn by all the college aged girls. I had some of them. None ofthem fit me, but I liked the feel of them on my legs, my arms, my...well, you get the idea.Soon I moved on to other items in my mother's forbidden drawer - bras,panties, pantyhose, skirts - and the more I saw, the more I liked it. Iloved the feel of the materials and I. Groaning. Sounds. Smells. Straining. Release. Sundering.Sex was overwhelming.Diane and I quickly realized we were both virgins, and yet had both watched porn and read books. So while we both knew what was required, it took a while for us to get to it. I don’t know how to describe it, but I imagine every other person or couple had gone through their first time in a similar state. We figured it out.First, we just held each other and looked in each others eyes, kissing a bit, then pulling back to. The light thin hairs create a shallow, sharp sting on my skin. He ran it over my thighs, my ass, my pussy. Then without warning it struck my ass.“George?” Chris said, “You want to flog the bitch?” One of the men stepped forward and took the flogger. After a few lighter strikes to my pussy, he began moving it in a figure eight pattern, stinging each ass cheek in turn. George was relentless, and flogged harder than Chris usually did. “Have you had enough?” Chris asked.“Yes sir!” I shrieked.He. To say my business sucks would be a colossal understatement. With Covid spreading like crazy, not many want a tattoo. I spend most of my days sitting in my shop playing games on my phone or texting friends. I am at the point that I may just need to close my business if things do not pick up. I even went and bought a giant neon sign out front with my business name on it, Tats by Tammy.One day sitting on my chair at work, almost half asleep, the bells on the door started jingling, bringing me to.
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