Each time he released one from my skin, a sharp burning sensation made me gasp in pain. The sensation of the blood rushing back into the skin was near...ly unbearable; I bit my tongue to keep from making noise. When all the clothespins were removed, I lay stunned for several minutes before I noticed what he was doing. The marker glided across the skin of my tummy. A glance down told me that my tits were already covered in his markings. I couldn?t read what he wrote, but that was alright; I knew he. Ben called me to the front of the shop for a customer. She was there with a friend looking at jewelry. It was easily discernible that she was no older than nineteen. Definitely a freshman out for her first bout of rebellion. Everything about her screamed ‘too sweet’, but still something about her stuck out. She wasn’t overtly beautiful. Pretty, I’d definitely had done a double take if I passed her on the street, but definitely no pin up. It wasn’t the half smile she had or the slightly husky. As Katie made her way to the cashier, she stopped and queried,"Do I know you?" The woman smiled graciously, and a twinkle came into her deep blue eyes,as she answered, "Not until now. But I would love to get to know you.My name is Suzee. And yours?"Katie hesitated a moment. She was sometimes approached by other women,and she again wondered how others could sense that she was bisexual.Katie was still grieving over the end of her last relationship, whichhad ended badly, and she was not eager. He takes your hand and guides you to the bar. You try to protest that you don’t want another drink, but he won’t listen to you. You find a booth in the back and slide into the same side next to each other. As you sip your drinks your husband’s fingers trace along your thigh from your knee to the bottom of your skirt. You quickly down your drink and whisper to him that it’s time to go and you will make it worth his while. You don’t mention that your pantyhose are soaked with your own juices that.