The tattoo is high up on my right buttock, in a spot the bikini had easily covered when I'd modeled it in the mirror before going out that day. Even w...th my bottoms out of place enough for her to see it, Lynette only saw that last word of what was written on me in red ink, the name Catherine in capital letters, and the lower edges of the smaller letters above it.Of course, she was surprised to see another woman's name tattooed on my ass. She wanted to know what the other letters were. I broke. She gasped. She fucked.Her mind was reeling now. She couldn't think of rapists or strange men or torture or torment. All she could think of was this big thick cock ramming so wonderfully up her horny cunt-hole.Then even her thinking was fucked out of her, and all she could do was feel, and what she was feeling was outrageously delicious! She thrust her spiking pink nipples up against the fucking man's hairy chest and started fucking her cunt hotly with him, reaching for his mighty thrusts.She. You are disoriented as he walks you through the house that seems to have all the blinds drawn and all the lights on a low dimmer. You come upon a desk swivel chair with a padded seat and back – it’s so low that the seat is barely off the floor. “Kneel on it”, he says. You do and find that the back of the chair is just the right height to support your head. You hold on to the metal that connects seat to the back as he spins the chair around to that you are facing him. He has his cock. For a man who’s life is the sex industry I have to say that I was disappointed in his performance, it was almost wham bang thank you ma’am before he rolled over and went to sleep.******The next morning was much, much more exciting, The video crew and 2 other men were crammed into the back of the van with the naked Wren and me, and Clint and Aryn in the front. We drove to a busy, tourist part of the city where Clint told Wren and I that I would get out and go for a walk in amongst the.