Some were even so bold to slide a finger over her practically exposed pussy. A few of the women fondled a tit or pinched a nipple. Some commented abou... its firmness or shape, and the youthfulness of the slave they were attached to.Slave Connie would only smile and nod. She then disappeared into the kitchen to eat her own meal.About an hour later, Master Jim called out. “Slave Connie, you may serve desert now. Start at the far end of the table.”Slave Connie knew what to do. She stepped into the. ’ ‘What did I do?’ ‘You gave her those fucking weeds.’ Kent tightened down the pulley holding the belt and checked it for wear. ‘She acted happier about those damn things than anything else I gave her.’ Sam eased down to set in the doorway of the loft. ‘Hell, I didn’t do it to make you look bad.’ Yes I did. ‘I did it because I know she likes that particular wildflower.’ It makes her happy. ‘What, still not sleeping with you?’ She’s banging me. ‘You gave her weeds and I gave her roses. And don’t. You also mentioned tattoos?" he replied.Princess Dee chuckled and said, "Yes, three tattoos to be exact. We canschedule the first one for the same day as the piercing and then theother two on the following two Fridays if that is okay."Andy told her sure, that wouldn't be a problem and asked her what she waslooking for, or if she had the artwork to send him so he could create thestencils. Princess Dee said she had general ideas for all three tattoosbut that she would allow him to be as creative. How would he pick me for the noble cause, he thought in his mind; who told him that I really could scratch much deeper inside of him and most of all how did he know that I was struggling to find myself sexually torn between the variant thoughts about guys and girls for my best satisfaction. I did not even wait for him to return and got lost in gulping my tall glass in one go; waiving at the bar for a refill. The bar was not crowded but there were other men; they all must have seen him kiss me.