She displayed a nicely designed tattoo that covered her lower back. She must have been saving up for it for a while. The tattoo artist took pride in h...s work at least."Nice tramp stamp." What did you call it?" Mom asked."They're called tramp stamps." They are not," Bernie exclaimed."Why do they call them that?" From what I've heard any girl that gets that kind of tattoo is announcing to the world that she's a slut." It's worse than I thought," said Mom. "I think I need a drink." He's just. ''I'm known 'round about as little Stevie, but I ain't so fuggin little,'' Skanks muffled words had hardly left his lips because he wasted no time at all in joining me sucking on the opposite teat.''I should say not!'' she declared as she settled back into the Lincoln's plush leather seat, raising her hips and unfastening her jeans, slithering out of them before taking each of our pricks back into each hand and milking them favorably.''Holy sheet, take a looky at this!'' Toast said as he. Teds nose was bleeding a little, I could see the dark spot running down the top of his lip and onto his chin from his left nostril. My poor baby, I thought, were both going to lose it when he comes to, he nor I will be able to stand it. My mind started panicking at Teds reaction to two guys raping the shit out of me, while he sat there tied to a chair, forced to watch and hear every moan and groan of these psychos as they sought pleasure inside me. Scarred for life, I thought. Well both be. A waitress notices me, he has told her to keep an eye out for me as he in a back corner booth. She takes me by the arm and leads me to where he is, the cat calls and comments have me very nervous. As we come to his table, I notice a glass of wine waiting, he knew I would need something to calm my nerves. His hand reaches up to take mine and I slide in beside him. After pulling me close he takes my hand and presses it to his cock, I know now why he did not stand. His hand slides up the inside of.