Marcy had a customer who she did work for. The customer needed dirt on his wife, so he wanted her followed for no more than a week.“Ordinarily I wor... with Ash on these things, but she has moved to New York city,” Deacon explained. “The client is going to provide us with the times he wants her followed. He wants images of anything out of the ordinary.”“Okay, I can do that,” I said.“I’ll pay you thirty bucks and hour plus expenses,” Deacon explained. “Most of the times we need to follow her, I. We continued to kiss between bouts of my licking and caressing her breasts, sucking her, teasing her nipple with my tongue.She rolled right on her back and pulled me over her, kissing me, probing my lips and mouth with her tongue.I lay on her and she parted her legs under the sheet and my hips nestled against her. She lifted her hips and ground them against me, my cock pressing hard against her. I raised up on my arms, looking down at her pretty young face, I could kiss her, and continue. This had the purpose of bouncing against the breasts, causing severe pain in case the ponygirl should attempt a running escape. Both had a number of tattoos on the front of their body, these were certainly not asked for, even less wanted. Yet they were artistic in their own twisted way. The Master had chosen two different styles when decorating the girls breasts, one had gotten a number of circles around each breast as they were targets for the whip, and indeed they often were. The other. After about an hour of Daddy making her watch him touch that other woman, he came over to find a very inebriated Baby Girl. He laughed and led her by the hand to his car and started to drive back to her house. The alcohol made her ballsy. Baby Girl did something she almost never did. "Did that make you feel better Daddy? Dry fucking another woman while I watched?" Baby Girl practically spat out. She yelped as a hand came down sharply on her thigh, but he said nothing. He led her to her room and.