I nearly cried out in pleasure. I felt him run something soft through my hands. “Do you mind?” He murmured. I realized that it was a scarf, I assu...med he intended on tying my hands with it. I mumbled some sort of positive response, and he straddled my body and proceeded to gently but firmly bind my hands to something heavy above my head. His hands traileddown my arms and rested lightly on my breasts. I could hardly breathe. His fingers softly traced tiny circles around my nipples, causing them. The tattoo parlor is not a place I would normally visit, especially on my own. It looks more like something out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show than a place my husband would visit. Pictures of men and women in different poses, showing off their tattoos, and pierced body parts fill every inch of the walls. A picture of a woman with various studs in her pussy draws my attention, and I cant help but stare at it. You must be Sue, my name is Arthur. Wont you take a seat, and Ill be right back. I am. I asked him about his personal life. He was married that time. And his words arouse me again. My hands auto went on his dick and I started rubbing it. My other hand is on his balls.I laid on the bed with my chest touching the bed and started licking his dick again, I sucked it all and made it wet. He hold my hands and made me stood in front of him and started kissing my lips. His hands was moving on my boobs and on my ass.He hold my one leg and put it on his waist and his one hand was holding. A hot air ballon, with an enclosed basket, sat on an unused parking lot. She hustled us in, and the operator took us up around a thousand feet. We could see the ski slopes to the east, still lit as people made their final runs. The hotel and the small town lay below us, spread out like toys, lights twinkling. But to the North, the lights seemed to dance and writhe, changing colors and shape constantly. I watched, amazed."I brought you up here for a reason, honey. This is an allegory as to what.