They were so swollen andplumped up after the tattoos that I couldn't feel them for days afterthat. I must admit that I hated loosing my cocksucker lip... a few dayslater, and eventually went in for collagen injections just so I couldrecreate the feeling.Dogg also did my eyeliner in coal black, and then wrote "sissy" and"slut" across the ridge of each ear in a surprisingly delicate script."My nose, belly button and tongue were pierced and then I was given aslave identification number on my upper. The force of his eruption caused some of his jizz to overshoot my wife’s body and hit Miles square on the chin and chest. As Miles began to cuss he lost him load into her mouth. The whole trio collapsed with Miles underneath my wife and Kyle lying on top of her with his cock pushed back into her butt. I heard snoring from the room and for the next two hours they all slept like babies in a naked heap. The guys woke up around 4 in the morning and got nervous about cleaning up so they would not be. I turned back to face her. "He who? Wouldn't do what?" My husband. He ... he ... he wouldn't do anything I told him to."My body relaxed and I breathed easier. "Do what?" What you showed me. He wouldn't do it. He said... Grrrrr, I hate him!"I stared at the young wife. She never looked more like the teenager she was. She was in a tizzy, like she had asked her dad for the car to go to the prom and he said no. I thought she might go on a rampage that I wasn't prepared to handle."He said no. He said. I gave an animal grunt, and my breathing suddenly doubled as I tried to relax around it. She leaned forward, her thighs resting against my buttocks, and whispered in my ear. “Time for your fucking, gurl. You’re going to love it – slut bois like you always do.” She pulled out about halfway and slid back in. I felt as though every nerve end on my body was electrified. My ragged breathing betrayed my enjoyment to her, and she picked up the pace of her thrusts, going deeper and harder with each.