I m gonna help you focussing''i had my swimsuit pull down his hands teasing it slapping it telling me to be more careful''what are you doing stop''the...vegetale oil in his hand bottle pouring some on my ass feeling so slippery him rubbing my lil pink boy hole''keep cooking , here , this will fit in there so you can focus on your work''and i felt the mettalic thing get in , pushed in place without leaving me a second to react , i was plugged and swimsuit pull back up''now finish this and when. .”The woman nodded, pulling out an alcohol swag and checking Jake’s scalp. He could feel a little wetness there, so he probably was bleeding like she said. His eyes darted to the side, enjoying another look down her blouse. Sure, it wasn't gentlemanly, but he was only human. She had nice legs, too.“I’m Carol,” she said. “Carol Dane. Can you tell me your name?”“Jake Stevens,” he replied. “Headed to work. 2015. Obama. Don’t worry, I think I’m intact. Ow!” Carol was swabbing at what was obviously. I need to get us both naked before I cum as I want his flesh against mine to gain maximum pleasure. I fumble at his pants to find the top fastening. Again he seems to fight against it; I guess he want his cock in me without any further play. To encourage him I unclasp my skirt, pull down the zip and let the fabric drop onto his arm. As he tosses the skirt aside I release his pants and pull them to his ankles. By moving a foot or two sideways I get him to step out of them and triumph that we are. .. slowly. No stand up straight. Raise your arms. Now bend over. Hmmmmm. OK, let's do that again, and I'll photograph you."I repeat the routine accompanied by clicks from Jonathan's digi-cam."OK, thank you, Fifty. I will work up a design on these and I will come for you later." Sir," I ask, "what will it look like and where will it be?"Jonathan smiles. "To be absolutely honest, I haven't decided yet. The very best and most artistic tattoos tend to be bold and simple. They're often quite a bit.