My eyes dart to the door, ears cock as I hear footsteps, heart beating, I want to run but I force myself to stay still and wait. Sighing as footsteps ...go past. Now I am pissed, lol, as scared as I was I wanted it to be him. This wait is killing me, I have to know if he is finally he one. I want to get up and pace back n forth but he told me what to do. I am to get undress and sit on the edge of the bed, legs closed, hands by my side and head high, eyes forward. Fuck what s taking him so long, my. I was worried about the parcel and you forget what for you came and you stare my cunt and now only I saw that you had a good view of my cunt and also become aware that porn was going on…Hurriedly I switched off the video. You showed the papers to sign and that time your dick was so stiff it has made a big tent near your groin and I cannot help but get noticed the tent.My cunt started telling me …Hey vasumathi….No one is there at that time .I became aware that security is coming towards my cabin. ”“That’s not fair!” she pointed out.“Do you want a tattoo or not?”“Fine. Is there a tattoo parlor in town?”“Not that I’m aware of.” Before she could protest, I added, “We’ll consult an expert. You can’t go to any old tattoo place.”“Which expert?”An hour later I led Rachael into Fred’s Barber Shop. Four dark red vinyl barber seats lined one wall of the small shop, mirrors facing each. Blue Barbasol glass containers had black combs and scissors soaking in them. An old leather strop hung at one. I would spend hours dressed up in different outfits looking at porn and masterbating as I made phone calls to women hoping to talk about my dressing up. I was lucky to find a few lonely horny women who did talk with me about everything I was wearing as well as what I would be doing. Not knowing that the long calls I would have with these women would attract attension when the bill arrived that one night as I played around all dressed up in some real sexy lingerie with stockings, garter belt,.