Joliet pointed to the sliding glass doors, that led to the balcony, and told me that 'the glass is heavily tinted, you can see out but no one can see ...n unless it't night. Than they would have to be twenty feet tall, Ha, Ha, Ha, Joliet laughed. Joliet came to me and began to stroke my neck whispering 'when I first saw you all tied up with that ball gag in your mouth, I almost melted away. I could not wait to get you away from that sadistic bitch Tiffany.' I looked at Joliet and could not help. Both the upper and lower tattoos looked like intricate armor.“It’s called tatau. When the Europeans arrived in the 1800s, they mispronounced it ‘tattoo.’ For men, we call them pe’a. Historically, Samoa’s culture used the pe’a to represent your social status. It was also considered a rite of passage for young men. I got them for my grandmother, who wanted to keep the old traditions alive. She always claimed that my family could be traced back to chiefs. It’s a cultural pride thing,” he. With every snap of what he imagined to be a riding crop, he wanted her so much more, the torture was becoming overwhelming and he let out a whimper.She ceased her torture and got up from his lap, caressing his penis with a hand as she stood up.He could smell her skin still so near to him, he wanted her so badly. He started to struggle against the ties on his hands, but she had bound him well.She stood over him for a minute or two and then plunged him deeply into her as she straddled him once. You are my lover, my friend, and the one I give complete abandon to. With you I have no fears, no worries! I find solace in your touch and in being with you.As you continue to feast on my hard taut nipples, I sense your need growing. Feeling your hard cock against me brings a new sense of want and need. Your tongue and mouth are moving over my breasts and stomach, working lower to the soft triangular patch that is the essence of my sex. You run your tongue over the outside of my center and.