. “Follow me.”, she said cheerily. She began walking off. “Wait.”, he said, a simple one-word sentence. “How do I know I can trust you?�...�, he said, the argument already waring from his voice. He supposed he could just destroy her if she was tricking him... “You don't.”, she said, smiling cheekily, and skipped off. He followed at a steady pace toward the room that had produced her in the first place. When he got there, she was standing by the great magical item, tapping her feet. “Well, I'm. Steph was about to get a tattoo drawn by the man who fucked her. Steph was euphoric. Fitz had used her but she had enjoyed it immensely. As he began the actual tattoo all she could think of was that she had to fuck him again. If her husband found out or objected she would do it anyway. He was a tiny-dicked wimp of a man. Fitz was a real man. The tattoo was finished in about an hour. It was a red heart with devils horns and tail coming from it. It was both beautiful and sinister. Fitz kissed it. "What's all this?" I asked, knowing full well what he wanted. "Just somethings to have fun with" he said with a wink, be for leaning in and kissing my neck, telling me to get on all fours. As I did so he once again slapped and grabbed my ass as he got onto he knees behind me.I could feel him start to fondle me, starting with my balls towards my ass. I arched my back letting him get a better look as I heard him unclasp the lid on the lube and feel the cold drop on my ass as he pulled my panties. “So, Polly, I’m really glad you were able to come by. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances.” “Me, too,” she said, wondering what she knew. “Polly, can I talk to you for a minute?” “Sure.” “Sit down, please.” Polly sat in an empty chair and Kathy sat next to her. “Is something wrong?” “Polly, I want to tell you a story, a love story that I think you’ll enjoy hearing. I met my husband when we were children. We grew up together just a few doors down from each other, went to school.