I must admit that I love the tramp stamp tattoos that girls get just above their asses. I love the whole thong sticking out above the waistline of the...r pants with an ornate tat adorning their lower back look. Stephie and I had discussed her being marked as mine and she had no problem with it. No names, just simply "Daddy's Girl" on her lower back, done tastefully with bright colors and decoration to make it artful. I had already given her a very nice satin and lace, black choker with gold. .unhhh..."Crystal looked intently near where the two lovers' hips were gyrating against each other. "I think it fell underneath you, Marie. Lift your butt, okay?"Marie complied, but the sudden change in angle caused Andrew's next thrust to penetrate into her even further than before. The sensations were incredible for both of them."Oh fuck! Yeah!" Andrew reared back and encircled Marie's waist with his arms, keeping her from lowering her hips back down. His thrusts were now at a fever. There was no vegetation, no grass, no trees, no flowers, only cold lifeless cement. Prior to reaching the long drive that led to the granite archway that served as an entrance the man in the back seat had blindfolded Sorrel. It was a blessing. The one thing she might have been able to discern would have been the broad, partly rusted, metallic sign that swung heavily, ominously, over the locked gated entrance. The sign read, ‘Hadamar, Hospital for the Criminally Insane.’ Even the name was. This was just supposed to be a bit of fun, some clever repartee with a stranger, why am I so drawn to her. In a weird dance of seduction we both acknowledged the chemistry, I started feeling like the moth drawn to the flame. Soon I was in Johannesburg where she lives, ostensible on business, we had an arrangement to meet. Only for coffee or lunch I told myself. Why were we then the stars of the porn movie I was playing in my mind, and a deliciously dirty one at that? We did meet for lunch in.