.. needed... had to have.The pain had been much worse than even Jamal's reaming of her unprepared anus, the tattoo needle providing an exquisite agony...that caused the sweat to drip from her entire body as the words were forever embedded around her anus. Three hours later and six pounds lighter from the exertion, pain and loss of body water, Marcy had stepped from the tattoo parlor.She had begun tanning on Saturday morning and had daily standing appointments for the next three months. Even with. I watched spell-bound as my dad's cock grew and grew to an impressive size and thickness. It must have been 8.5" long and really thick. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and I jumped a little when my dad called out to some-one off camera."Sammi, get your sweet little arse in here, now!"Sammi, Sammi? Who the fuck was Sammi?My question was answered as a slim blonde girl moved in front of the camera and moved to the end of the bed. Her long blonde hair was pulled in pigtails at each side of her. My asshole ached, but thinking of him, I stroked my cock with one hand while I fucked myself with a finger from the other. Bringing myself to yet another orgasm, I loved the feeling of cum splashing against my stomach, chest and face. I just wished it was his jizz instead of mine, maybe even some other guy’s. I couldn’t help but imagine being with other guys also. Mostly older men, I would wonder what their cocks looked like. Where they all as big and wonderful as my neighbors? Would they all. " It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact. Even though I hadn't realized it before, when she said it, I knew she was right. I just nodded and burst into tears.After a while, my tears dried up. I realized I was now on the bed, sitting up, leaning against her, with her holding me. I noticed how strangely cold she was. "How... how do you know so much about me? Who are you?" I managed to ask.She smiled at me. "I was wondering how long it would take you to ask. My name is Natalya... As to how.