I mean, it’s not as if she’d have to reverse the fucking thing!Barry gets home late one night and Linda, his wife, says “Where the fucking Hell ...ave you been”... ??? Barry replies “I was out getting a Tattoo”... ?? “A Tattoo”... ??? she frowned. “What kind of Tattoo did you get”.?? “I got a Tattoo of a Hundred Dollar Bill on my Knob” he said proudly. “What the Hell were you thinking”?.?? she said, shaking her head in disgust. “Why on Earth would you get a Hundred Dollar Bill Tattooed on your. ‘Lissy, you’re beautiful.’ ‘Matt–‘ ‘Incredible.’ Smiling, he pressed a finger to her lips, still gazing at her intently, his pupils so dilated hiseyes appeared almost black. ‘And what’s even more incredible is that you have absolutely no idea, do you?’ She squirmed beneath him. ‘You want–just–way,’ she stammered, all at once finding it astonishingly difficult to frame a coherent sentence. ‘W-wicked way.’ ‘God, yes.’ He laughed softly, sliding his hand into her hair, the mere brush of his. We left the crew quarters and took an elevator to the lower deck."This is the cargo deck," Constance explained. "As you can see, it is full of supplies right now—and your fighter."Marsh Hare, my fighter, took up the forward third of the cargo deck. There were standard shipping containers, palletized goods, and some machinery strapped to the deck by cargo nets. The back area was docking for two standard Consortium gigs, little Class 20 spacecraft. An open sky truck was at the stern end of the. It was a much slower process with a straight razor, but a closer shave. I placed a hand on Jessie's belly and before long, the bulk of the hair was gone. The more delicate operation was next. Jessie was spread wide and it was all I could do to keep myself from planting my mouth right over it. I had Jessie lean back further and placed two fingers over her opening, with my fingertips directly over her clit. I knew that not all that lubrication was from the lather. Her eyes closed as I pressed.