As we moved I could smell he had been drinking, and indeed as if to confirm it he withdrew a halve bottle of Vodka from his pocked and took a deep dra...w on it.Smiling to me he offered and I declined, he was soft spoken and fatherly and as I drifted in and out of this surreal situation I was suddenly brought down to Earth with a bang, he was staring down at my legs, more importantly, he could see the bare flesh and my knickers cutting into them.I looked at him, the blood draining from my face, I. I am letting you do this so that they can see what is going to happen to them.” Paul picked up a machine and pressed the switch. There was a high pitched buzzing sound, and he leant forward and touched the machine to Linda’s skin. “Come over here.” Mary realised that Wendy was calling her. “Come and watch.” Slowly, Mary got up, her head spinning. Hardly daring to look, she saw Paul moving the tattoo machine slowly across Linda’s pubic area. The purple outline was changing to black. Mary tried. Sometimes people have a special request – red is a favourite – but we find black is a turn-on most times.” He pushed down the zip of her skirt and Charmian posed for us unselfconsciously. Black bra supporting ample breasts, French knickers, suspender belt and stockings. A bit obvious, I suppose, but I liked it. I think I was getting hard. “Are you a tit man?” Harold asked. Before I could respond, Laura spoke. “Of course, he is. Aren’t all men? I mean – oh, they’re gorgeous.” Harold had. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, "I'm sorry I punished you so hard yesterday," he said softly.Her eyes filled with tears. "It still hurts."He caressed her back, reached down and smoothed his hand across her sore bottom. "I'm sure the pain will go away after awhile," he said softly. "When I get home from work, I need to finish repairing that old truck. It's getting cold out and we need to get some windows on this house before winter hits. That old Torino isn't.