" Am I getting a tattoo, Mistress?" Why would think just one, my sexy little thing?"I sat in the car and wondered. Imagining was the best part. Well, ...no.Being fucked is the best part. But, imagining was fun, too.We pulled up in the parking lot of Lion's Piercing and Tattoo Parlor. Ithought it looked kind of dirty, but I didn't say anything.My Mistress turned off the car and touched my arm. "Let's go, sexy wifey.We're on a schedule here. It's going to be tough to fit it all in beforemidnight."We. He had short dark hair that he never seemed to be able to style the way he tried to. One of her favourite features of him were his deep steel blue eyes, that whenever they looked at her, she felt could read her every thought. Ava couldn’t help but be drawn to him, finding any excuse to go down to the border between their departments. As she worked in the clothing section she would look in the mirrors or out of her peripheral vision where she could discreetly watch him. One night while leaning. The tiny hole looks tight and beautiful and slightly darker than the skin surrounding it.The man walks in slowly, savoring the sight of her. When he reaches the bed, he places his hands on her bare ass, one on each side and squeezes to stretch her ass apart. He watches as her pussy spreads gently—wet, deep within the folds. Natalya’s sphincter quivers as the skin around it slowly stretches. Suddenly, Rolan drives his face down and buries it in her tight ass. His tongue plunges past his lips and. I like that a whole lot less.Not sure how it was arranged but one Saturday my brother had a football game out of town and my parents were going but I had dance class. My mom thought maybe ballet lessons would make me more graceful or something. I was getting bigger and I guess she thought it would help. I guess out of a loss for a babysitter it was arranged that my parents would drop me at dance class and after my lesson the teacher would drop me at Danny's and he would watch me till my.