Her tattoos had been slowly growing in number - she was up to number eight now, which meant that next time she got inked, she’d have to find nine me... that she could service. Her eighth tattoo was a fierce dragon, with a ferocious look on its face, and a huge, fiery, threatening cock. It was aiming it toward a young fairy that looked like a combination of Annie and her equally-slutter older sister, dressed like Tinkerbell, bent over to expose a huge, red, ass. The fairy was reaching behind. "Yes Mistress, I was touching myself. I was just thinking..." She interrupts me with "You are not allowed to touch it. You will need to be punished. I'll have all week to think about how I will punish you." The she hangs up with out letting me say another thing.I look around and wonder how she knew what I was doing. Now I am a little worried about what she will do to me next week. I look at the bulge in my pants and want to masturbate but resist the temptation.I am not sure if I am enjoying the. Lori was in a state of shock as she watched the dark face lower and pearly white teeth close over her vulnerable, throbbing nipple. She expected the man to bite hard and cause her great pain but instead, he used his teeth and tongue in a teasing fashion. Lightly he nibbled on the bud and pulled it gently away from the rest of her titty. He used his tongue, ever so skillfully, to caress the very tip that was buried inside his mouth. Lori was so focused on the black man and what he was doing that. She took two of the ties from my wife, and with one proceeded to tie mywrist to the post of the headboard. Seeing this, Judy did the same withmy other arm. And very soon, I was tied, helpless before these twowomen, in a stranger's home. Terry took the other tie and tied off myankle, with Judy following. Now I was tied spread eagle. "Very nicework on the knots." Terry said to my wife. "I grew up on a farm, I knowmy way around straps and ropes." She replied happily.Terry hiked up her skirt and.