Future? What future?I thought that I was now finally finished with this ordeal.But no!Margo pulled up my pink shirt and exposed my abdomen.She pinche... some of my flesh together and then inserted a needle.She had pieced by belly-button! Yikes!She retrieved a brass ring with the letter 'S,' and inserted it into thehole.I now had a stomach ring! And marked with my mistress, 'S's, (Sara.Yikes!Finally, finally, I though this dreadful day would end.But no, Margo accused me of looking at her breasts. I wiped it off with a tissue, took off the broken condom and put on a new condom. I still had my erection and was still horny to continue with my session. I started thrusting again for a bit longer, then I thought that this had lasted long enough, I was happy, so I allowed myself to ejaculate again and it was pretty intense. I basically got two ejaculations for the price of one which is extremely rare for me. The orgasm of the first ejaculation wasn't as intense as the second one.I have to note. He looked at Helen. "Now, normally, I wouldn't even speak to him again, but Rummy said, if something like that happened, to stall and let you both know. You know I don't mess with shady stuff like that. But, I told him I'd think about it. Next time I see him, I'm going to tell him off. I don't need that kind of trouble."Rummy nodded. "That's the best thing to do, Werner. Tell him you won't get your hands dirty because you're sure we'd find out and you can't afford to get in trouble with. And a very conservative Chanel suit.Her delicate hand was entwined with the rather stubby fingers of a John Enthwistle III, would-be junior Senator for the tiny state of Rhode Island. He smiled proudly at her. He should be proud, if only for selling his bald and pudgy self to this stunning woman.Myriam stood at least three inches taller.There were a lot of pictures. The captions told me they had been taken at a garden party near Boston, thrown by a wealthy local tycoon. I didn't know John.