I knelt behind Abby and lifted her skirt to see her white ass. I not surprised to see it was tattooed. Both cheeks were covered by a spiders' web with...a large black spider emerging from her hairy black asshole. I grabbed my prick and pushed into her cunt. She was wet and warm but also loose fitting, obviously the dildos she used were ten inches or more.I got up to speed but I had no feeling, so I pulled out and lifted my cock up to her asshole and roughly pushed it in."Take that Bitch! You. “Good. Think you can hold that for an hour?” he challenged, brandishing a paintbrush, slathered with ivory paint.“Uh-huh,” she muttered breathlessly. Already she could feel the tension in her calves. His eyes met hers and she saw a glint of something peculiar before he focused back on his easel.“Good,” he repeated.He started to paint. It took longer this time, more like four hours than two. She was able to hold out the first round for about 45 minutes before begging for a break. He was grinning. His typewriter was there in plain sight with a warning sign that said,"Do not touch!"I thought of the girls, Kristy and Julie, my teenaged nieces and I smiled thinking it would be fun to put a chain around their neck with a similar sign written in red ink. I knew my sister-in-law Nora constantly worried about them but in point of fact the virginity horse had already left the barn in both of their cases. I hesitated to say anything about that to my sister-in-law because I knew it would cause her. My wife gleefully pointed this out to her friends and started poking my erection with her finger. Finally, she unceremoniously opened my belt buckle, ripped out the belt, unzipped me, and pulled down my pants and underwear. My fully erect uncircumcised cock sprung free in full view of everybody. Unlike the model's in the magazine, my cock was so hard that the foreskin had rolled back completely. The girls were cheering her on, and of course my wife, taking the bait, told me to sit down, take.