Joan went into the detail of how the tattooist was expecting her and that he closed his store while she was there so they would not be interrupted and...how she was roughly anal fucked before getting the piercing. The piercing was a gold ring with the Letter M hanging from it which was another thing I didn’t like.She said Mike wanted to see his initials on her and I didn’t like it, so I rang Mike and Barbara and asked what the fuck they were playing at branding my wife in a way. Barbara told me. The next morning, he was whisked in front of some poncy magistrate who had remanded him in custody until he could be brought before a Youth Court on Tuesday. His mother came to see him on Saturday afternoon but the selfish bitch had just told him he had got was coming to him."Who was she to fuckin' talk?" he thought. "She's up to 'er eyeballs most of the time. I might even drop 'er in it. Serve 'er fuckin' right. Bitch!"He was left to stew in his own juices all of Sunday which damped him down. I can’t think. I have no concept of time. I was no longer even entirely certain what day it is. But I took that to be a good thing. I don’t want to be aware.It was almost dawn when it finally ended. Ty had long since gone outside where it was slightly cooler and stretched out to take a nap on the picnic table where Cassy and I performed our opening sixty-nine act for the men.At long last I returned from another trip to the bathroom to find, not another customer, but Ty, stretching and yawning. I started to take her into my room, but she grabbed my hand and tugged metoward Dave's room. I thought "what the fuck, she's his date. Besides,his sheets are probably already a mess."I sat on the bed, and she got a bit aggressive, pushing me onto my back,then climbing on top of me like a cowgirl, her knees pressing against mysides. I caught a glimpse of her neatly shaved cock and balls as shelifted her ass over my cock, and it was a strange turn on. She had greatmoves, quivering and shaking.