I took up running, swimming, exercising in a health club gym, pushing my body until the natural endorphins lifted my mood, which had worked at school ...nd in early university days, before the counter-culture lured me from straight behaviour, but it was all just a small elastoplast on a gaping wound.One day in October, Ben, a guitarist I had slept with a few times at Ed's parties and had become quite good friends with, came round for a chat. I hadn't seen him for a while. I was glad to have to. And hell it’s not like we don’t have the money to always have the tattoo removed.” Natalie still had calm in her voice but Steph could tell she was on the verge on beginning to yell. “That’s true. But I still don’t understand it.” “Fine if you don’t understand it then come with me. I’m planning on going to a tattoo parlor in town and checking if they can put a new tattoo on me or a new piercing. You never know you might find something you like.” “And how would you know this place is good?”. I'd get her talking at lunch times and soon discovered she'd had no boyfriends and I guessed that she was probably a virgin. Again, new territory for me. I'd find excuses to brush past her and feel that lovely tight arse up against my crotch. It's funny; women don't suspect other women of feeling them up as they do with men. I got away with a lot with Sandi, even leaning over her to advise her on something and pressing my tits in to her back and rubbing them.One day in the toilets, I. Henry was my husband's name. Did he send this guy up to fuck me? Why would he do that? Why would he even think that I would go along with something like that? The only thing I knew at that point was there wasn't any way I was going to get this stranger to stop even if I wanted him to. In all honesty I was too far gone to stop and I just kept humping back up at him and kept telling him to fuck me harder. About two seconds before the man said, "I'm gonna cum sweetie, I'm gonna cum"I had a mind.