But outside the house where your parents and teachers can't see you, you want people to read your tattoos, you are proud of them, you want to flaunt t...em. In fact you are very proud of the tattoo above your pussy. After all with that tattoo you know that will be able to fuck more boys and men than with- out it. You love what it says Linda, It says, "This cunt loves to be fucked." Say it my sweet slut, tell me what your new tattoo says above your cock hungry pussy."I repeated it, "this cunt. There was never any guarantee that she would be there: or even what he would see if she was; but like all compulsions, the urge was too strong for him, and he had to see.It had started about three weeks earlier: he had been on his way home and he'd really needed to pee, so he had ducked into the garden where he would be sheltered from the road by the high hedge. Having emptied his bladder, he looked around the place. It was a big house: five or six bedrooms, maybe. He looked towards the front. The crazy part was that he was a straight man.After that confrontation, I still did not know how the inner workings of which booth you could or could not enter. Were there any "rules" to follow. I took the clue from what the ethnic man did. If there is someone in a booth and they leave their door cracked that they are open for you to enter. I leave the booth area and I go back to looking at the DVDs again.So there was this Caucasian man that came in. He was a tall man as well. Again, dressed. Now she was trying not to moan, but as her speed increased, it became harder and harder to maintain her dignity. The whole thing had become a painful hole, feeling flames of pain in her anus that spread throughout her body. Psychara showed up in her ass, making her (at least it seemed so) at least two hundred pushes a minute. The whole bed shook, and she began to shout:“A-a-a-a-a!” He grabbed her tits and pulled her up as he strung her like a butterfly on a pin, inserting his cock to the base.