I watch him through the mirror still, facing away from him. Once he starts, he rests his hand is so close to my breast. I can’t help but notice how ...ark he is compared to my creamy white skin. Finally he breaks the silences, “how old are you, Angel?” “I’m, um twenty one. How about you?” “I’m twenty four.” “How long have you been tattooing?” I ask. “Seven years, mostly private stuff,” he continues to tattoo me, as he answers. “Is this all you do?” My curious nature taking over, I can feel. The sensation of his mother's pregnant twat gyrating and milking his cock-pole, combined with the sheer obscenity of their verbiage set off the most intense orgasm of young Johnny's life and he began blasting his cum straight into his mother's womb. Rope after slimy rope of Johnny's ejaculate erupted from his fuck-stick and spilled into the very womb he grew in as a baby. He was sobbing as he slurped on his mommy's tits and emptied his nuts into her cock cavern. Chunky wads of Johnny's. He liked being showed off to the other women and was comfortable naked around them. He liked to rub Lady Lola's big tits not caring if they watched. He would just sit with his legs spread and his big cock sticking straight up in the air with the bow around it. He smiled when he saw the woman across from him spread her legs and show that she had no panties on and he could see her wet pussy. Then one day Lady Lola asked the friend if she wanted to stroke Sams cock. The lady came over and wasted. This punishment could be any number of things, (let your imagination run wild here).The suitable attire for these pets would only be a collar or harness that could of course be attached to a leash, the only other thing they were allowed to wear was a pair of high heels, they after all are pets. They, like all pets would have to be walked through the neighbor hood each evening so as to get the proper attention and exercise. They, being cooped up in there back yard or left in the house all day.