"A pity that your tattoos don't include my name. Guess we'll have to fix that, won't we?" I said as I noted her ex's initials on the back of her neck,... covered only when her hair came down."Honey, put your name on my body, wherever you wish! I want you to claim me, openly, make it clear that I'm your slut! You should mark us all, Jamie, Jess, Cheryl, and me! Tattoo your sluts, all four of us!" Jen then trailed off as her breathing became heavier from my vigorous thrusts into her cunt."Well,. Do you want more cock, say it?”“Yes, yes,” Michelles croaked, “give it to me.”Richard stood up and went to the door, he made a pretence of opening the door and having a conversation with somebody before moving back towards Michelle. Being careful not to come into her eye line he motioned to Chris, who withdrew from her tight pussy.Instantly Richard replaced him, pounding her mercilessly. Michelle screamed as the sudden change in cock brought her the first orgasm of the night. Richard could feel. At 17 I stood 5'5" had hazel eyes and bleached blond hair. I also knew I liked boys more than I liked girls. I lived with my brothers on a bit of acreage close enough to my grandmother's farm to say I lived on a farm, so I usually sported a nice tan, at least from the waist up. When I was not swimming an event, or dreaming about what was hiding in those Speedos, I help the coach with the split sheets. I had a thing for numbers and usually had the sheets done before the team was out of the. "Why do I have to wear these things?" I asked. "Why can't I just go naked now." Two fair questions," Alice replied. "You have to hide your thingies in that panty girdle for now, because out of sight is out of mind. Also, no one else here has balls, so yours don't fit in. Also, the girdle is insurance you won't try to use what's inside in the heat of some moment or other. Women in this Club do only what women do. As for the brassiere, you're only an honorary woman, and we'll all need to be.