“Yeah, that's it, Alice, fuck me with your finger like that. You know I want it.” She thrust her hips up to encourage me to finger-fuck her, and I... was amazed at how good it felt to be touching my hot little train manager like this.Of course, she wasn't idle either, and very soon she had undone my jeans and her own fingers had managed to tug my panties to one side so that she could start stroking my pussy lips as well. We were both very wet by now, and were fingering each other into a frenzy as. On the third date we kissed in a dark corner of a street and I was lost, lost in her. Her touch, her smell, the taste and her beauty, everything was enchanting. I could feel my heart racing and could see that she was a bit nervous too but that kiss brought down the walls and we started making out there, in public.We agreed to keep this just sexual and after a few days she invited me over to her place. She used to live alone in a one bhk apartment on the 10th floor. I still remember my heart. Boy did I feel important!All was good until I went into the operating room. There, in the middle of the room, lay my wife on a stainless-steel operating table. She had a sheet covering her whole body and a drape was erected across her chest. I was led to a stool at the left side of Sharon's head. The anesthetist, anesthesiologist or whatever he was sat on the right side of my wife's head playing with his equipment. He was humming a song to himself and didn't seem to have a care in the world.. He then says to CJ you know I have to fasten all the slaves, cunts and whores down pretty tight when I pierce or brand them as many times they really squeal cry and beg , and sometimes it, can be a most unpleasant job he has a smile on his face that does not reflect at all what he has just said nor can Diane see his smile. He Goes on to ask did he want her pierced ? CJ says no and Mr Steel says are you sure,? As this would be the perfect time and I will throw it in along with the tattoo,.