The fact that we were both tattoo artists and both covered in tattoos, fascinated me. Unlike myself, she had supple tits, just enough but not too much... probably a small B cup at the most. She was drunk beyond belief, and I knew I could get away with anything if I wanted to. When we returned home, I helped her up the steps to our third-floor penthouse. She stumbled in the door and I followed not far behind, locking the door behind me. I stripped out of my shirt, because her drink had spilled on. ‘Lexi is not pregnant…yet anyway. But even if she were it would be b3etween us not everyone else.’ Next was Adam. ‘You…you were just in here hugging her and welcoming her to the family, where’s the loyalty Adam…’ ‘I thought you two were joking out there! I didn’t think it was serious!’ Adam interrupted. ‘I’m speaking, you listen! We were not joking. Accept it! Now I’m going to see my fiance! One of you can finish my shift!’ Xander stormed out of there. The three siblings looked at each other.. The nibbling turned into biting and I jumped and squealed, much to their amusement. Finally they lifted their heads from the now red rock hard nipples and kissed each other passionately. “The slut likes it rough, honey,” she said. “Let’s see how rough he likes it.” She grabbed a selection of toys and gave some to her husband and they went to work on me. They really knew what they were doing. They decorated me with a long lines of clothespins up my sides then covered my nipples with. She smiled and thanked him, but they both knew that it was all a charade, a way to break the ice. She didn't feel like messing around so she told him straight, what was on offer and just how much it would cost. She stood for a moment or two while he plucked up the courage to ask what he wanted. She could have made it easy for him, she knew what he was after. But why make it easy? She liked to see them squirm. The man turned his back slightly and rummaged into the inside pocket of his coat..