. piercing your ears, or new tattoo would." Cold cotton swabs circled her neck several times around, spreading only more goosebumps across the rest of...the nude foreigner's skin. "The Palace has these expensive devices and high-technology and advanced inks!" he chuckled, inserting a cartridge of opaque black ink into the electric tattoo gun. "They go in deep, they do not fade and they much faster than streetcorner tattooist. But they also - how do you say it - they sting like a beetch. And they. ” I did, and then it happened. He was slowly putting the head of his cock in my virgin asshole. I was scared, but I wanted him too. I mean, I really just wanted to know how it felt. He was slowly putting it in and out, just the head, until I relaxed. “You like that, faggot?” I nodded. I did. Then I didn’t. He kept going deeper and deeper, and the pain was so horrid I wanted to cry. I almost did, but I couldn’t let him see me cry. He enjoyed it. He moaned and moaned, and hearing him moan turned. They made arrangements to deliver the gold and silver in the morning and made arrangements for the IRS and Treasury people to be there so the taxes would be taken care of and they would know that the transaction was legitimateThe whole time we conducted business Vicky and I could not get enough of looking at each other. We signed all the contracts, shook hands and had a last glass of wine. I told Vicky that I was staying at the Doubletree Inn at the Customs Plaza and made arrangements for her. "Room 144," I answered."Isn't that a coincidence?" she remarked."Isn't what a coincidence?" I said."That was our room number in Visalia, don't you remember?" she said."Yeah, I do—I was just messing with you."I opened it up and it was pretty nice, much nicer than that hole in Visalia we'd stayed at. I locked the car and I locked the room."I need the bathroom Jerry?" she asked."Sure thing," I said, kicking off my shoes and pulling off my socks. My feet were happy now. I was unbuckling my belt as.