It was just like his artistic designs on her skin that she had not been consulted about and that she had not seen as yet because it was entirely in an...area on her shoulders, back and bottom that she could not see without use of one or more mirrors. She tormented her brain with speculation on what horrors he might have dispensed to her to carry on her exterior for the remainder of her life. She just hoped that psychotic tattoo artist or his degenerate assistant Bojana would not extinguish her. “Oh yeah, I’m happy!” He shouted as he stroked his cock hard and fast. I continued to rim his ass with my tongue as he watched me and smiled. He was definitely enjoying the lesson. I loved giving him pleasure and I was rubbing my wet pussy as I tongue fucked his ass. He continued to stroke his hard cock and watch me lick his hole. “Ride my dick,” he said. Relieved that I could finally get my face out of his ass, I straddled his body as he slid his cock inside me. Sex was still painful, but the. It was not the type of job that you show up for and do your thing for eight hours and leave it at the door on your way out of the office. While my schedule was theoretically freer than a nine to fiver's, it actually worked out that I was doing a lot more than forty hours a week. But as it wasn't a 'you have to work overtime' scene, and it was doing what I really loved and was good at, man, so what? So I was putting in sixty hours or so one week, it was just an extra twenty hours of fun as far. Ben tried to start the conversation with trivia. He asked about my job, how long Lynn and I had known each other, how we met, when we got married. I answered directly but didn't expand much. Ben spared me the hackneyed, "that's one hot wife you got there," kind of comments. I asked him some questions about what he did, but this wasn't really interesting me much. I decided to change the subject."So, Ben, what did you really want to talk about?" Thanks." He seemed relieved. "It's just that...I.