Finishing up, Kirk joins me around back at the patio with a tall glass of iced tea—my 2nd favorite behind beer, lol. Just chit-chatting a bit, he of...ers that he had talked to his tattoo guy, and he agreed to put the tat on me, but late night, and at his house. I said that was fine with me, but I would have to bring along lil bro. “So what is this tat your so urgent about getting”? Having anticipated the question, I fish out the piece of paper I had stored in my back pocket. That big beautiful. I close my eyes and continue to piece together what happened last night. It was a black dress. Very expensive by the looks of it. I was admiring the back of it as she was holding my hand and pulling me along through the crowd. This woman has got to be at least fifteen years older than me. I told her about the presidential suite and how our band has it reserved for three days. There is a piano in it. She wanted to hear me play it. I am in the elevator slowly grinding with her face to face. I’m. Her wrists were tied to the saw horse legsat the other end.As she lay cruelly on the top board, her breasts spread on either side.The gang watched in anticipation as the tool man took up position behind the helpless Lisa strapped to the tool bench sobbing waiting.Yu gonna git it now, dat tool man some mean shit.Bubba, do it, do it.The power stapler Bubba had could shoot staples a good distance. Bubba took up a spot about a foot from the little bitch Lisa’s ass. He shot a staple and missed on. In the ebb and flow of each sweet assault, Cecelia felt closely attentive beside her, Yvette’s hands on her breasts grasping , plying them in a massage ending always with a squeeze and pull of her nipples. They stood towards the rafters. She arched towards them for more. Yvette’s lips were on hers again, longer and more familiar in a sweet addition to what was happening to her. They were tender and softly demanding response and claiming it given. Marie covered what lay between opened thighs.