It seemed now that he was the one distracted. His mind retreated. He thought again of the writer, as he had done more often recently. There was somet...ing about this woman, this stranger. He had never been one for overt pictorial pornography, and over the years had developed an interest in erotic fiction. He considered himself somewhat of an aficionado these days, and thus recognized this woman’s stories as something special.. It had all been done to death, of course – Colin had read hundreds. About three days after that she did something that really had me puzzled -- again! She went to the cupboard where the ladies hung their things. It was just near where I worked and I saw here reach into the cupboard take something from the pocket of her coat and hide it in hand before going out to the ladies lavatory. I'd seen her do it before a number of times and couldn't work out what it was all about. I just knew it was something to do with women, and lavatories! The funny thing was she. "Well that puts you in a dilemma I think. How am I going to mark you up as a black cock whore if your husband removes them? Let's see something a little more permanent I think what do you think of tattoos." Plss sir noooo plsss, hubby would know for certain I'm begging you." "plss plss nooo have mercy sir." That my filthy fuck whore has cost you a tattoo above your cunt." Valerie immediately shut up knowing he had the upper hand."Stay there cunt going to make a call, see if hubby can get rid of. Again I moved lifting a knee upward, my exposed pussy quickly being rubbed. She’s so wet Betty announces, to such news Ben picks up speed. I start to moan myself to the touch of Betty’s tongue to my kitty. It’s sweet she shares. His excitement obvious asking if you’re really licking her? Yes, be quiet! Put your cock in me, maybe that will shut you up. Really! You better hurry before I change my mind. Betty’s moans of pleasure vibrated throughout my body and her face being pressed far more.