I had eyeliner tattooed both above and below my eyelids andthey had done something to my lips, a tattoo I thought. What struck meas odd was the lady ...aking my tongue in forceps. Jess was holding myhand."Please relax, it will be fine."I saw Victoria encouraging me from the end of the couch. The next thingwas a pain in my tongue. Fuck that hurt. A few minutes later the ladywas done and told me not to speak for a few hours as I now had a stud inmy tongue.We went to the salon and I assumed,. "Please stop!"She twisted my ear making it red with pain."Ahhhhhh!" at this point I was crying. Terrified."You know what...Wait right here. And don't you move." She pointed at me and marched off into her room. I stood there waiting for her to return.I thought about running into my room and locking the door, but I knew she would figure a way to get it open. I was trapped.She came marching back after about 2 minutes with a belt. "Get your pants down now." She said in a very serious tone. "No.. Embracing you, I run my hands through your hair as I kiss you long and deeply, our tongues entwined in what seems like an age. As we kiss I guide you over to the table.As we reach the table I turn you round to face the table and bend you gently over, laying you flat on your stomach, but with your legs on the floor. I move to your front and take each hand in turn clasping a soft hand cuff to each and reaching out handcuff you over the edge of the table to each leg.Your arms are outstretched now,. I couldn't fight for shit, which is why my instructor suggested I look into a fighting system that emphasized legwork, such as Hapkido, for example. He said my arms weren't coordinated enough for other fighting systems. By this time, Scarface was clutching his chest. He wheezed in an attempt to fill his lungs with air. I reached down, took his gun away, and told my mom to follow me out. "Mom, is there a back door in this place or some kind of fire escape?" She frowned for a moment then her eyes.