Christopher, he was a long legged figure with a long beard, seated at his carpenter's bench with a tacking hammer in one strong hand, his other arm dr...aped around the shoulders of the peasant boy Jesus, who clung absurdly dependant at his side. I studied Joseph's face interminably, striving to imagine what it might be like to have had such a father with strong, chiseled features and commanding eyes under a heavily furrowed brow. I wondered what his beard would feel like.And the Virgin Mary, a. Sometimes he would put the Smartballs into her vagina and the anal beads inside her anus and make her walk around the house, naked of course, as she got more and more stimulated. She had to admit the sex that followed was always pretty intense.He even got her into mild bondage, tying her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, blindfolding her and then using the vibrator on her. He would rub ice cubes over her nipples, belly button and between her thighs or tickle her with the feather. “I want all that cum to stay just where it is for a while. All right, Frank, my cum is inside my bitch, she is marked. Now finish my permanent mark.” He reached up and put his hand on my throat. I felt like I was going to cum again. The vibration of the tattoo needle so close to my sensitive nerve endings had been driving me crazy all along despite the discomfort and after an intense orgasm, it was so hard not to cum. I knew they could see it in my face. “I think your little bitch wants to cum.. .I'm not ready to go all the way. We both have a long life ahead of us and I hope we get to spend it together but, to...to..." She seemed at a loss for words right about then."I know Nan..." I told her. I think I understand but, well, can't we do...something?" My girlfriend brushed her blond hair out of her eyes and without looking a me, quietly said: "Like what?"Now the ball was in my court. I knew what I wanted and I thought I might be able to get if I played my cards right."Nancy, I've.