"I can put it on your pubic mound! That way the only people that would know you had a tattoo is me, you and anyone that past third base with you!"I la...ghed at her corny joke but thought that would be a great place because she was right about who would be able to see the tattoo.She had me come around the counter and took me to one of the private rooms she had in the shop.Once we got in the room she shut the door and set her work station up. A few minutes had past, she finished setting her tattoo. It was as if the hours in between hadn't transpired. We were continuing the kiss we started in the morning. I started unbuttoning the white blouse at her neck and opened it to her waist. The bra she wore was lacy and full but her cleavage was still evident. She took off my shirt as we kissed and slowly. We removed the rest of what we were wearing. I said, "Mom, stand up so I can see you." She stood rather shyly and I was in awe. She was 'cute' all over. Her breasts were full and heavy with. The Greenlows, as they were called, were pushing drugs and prostitution. The prostitutes were mostly young Black teens, and they were known as not being gentle when they recruited new prostitutes.In this case, Jack and Nell were patrolling a route that ran along the edge of the Greenlow neighborhood. They were just passing a cross-street when a young Black woman who was absolutely naked came running toward them. She was screaming for help, and she was being chased by five Black men of various. " It burns." The pain had lessened, but it was still there."Shush," Mrs. Anderson wiped the top of the mustard bottle off with a paper towel and sat it on the table. Then she waved at her husband and Frank. "Lunch is ready. Hurry up. Everyone get over here. Let's eat. You too k**s." Speaking of eating," Mrs. Anderson said where only Sara could hear. "Has my bitch ever eaten pussy before?" No ma'am." Sara shifted nervously in her seat, in part due to the burning in her ass. Worse, she had to.