What do you think I should do, I’m only thirteen?”“I’m not sure what should be done. That snobby principal seems to believe you could be stunt...ed if we kept you at the level of school your age dictates. You’ll be staying at home for the rest of this week, while your father and I, and you too, can figure out what to do?”“Can we stop by the library, please ... I’d like to get some books to read. I’ve read just about everything we have in the house already? I have my library card with me.”“Sure,. We kissed for a little bit longer and it felt so good. It made me feel all tingly again.She asked if I really liked her pictures and I told her yes that she was beautiful and seeing her naked made me feel all tingly. Thinking about it made me feel even more tingly and I felt my thing starting to get stiff again. She told me if I promised never to tell anyone that she let me see it that she had something else to show me that was better than her pictures. I promised her I wouldn’t tell. I. I’m so nervous that when I regain my posture I’m incredibly stiff, like a robot. He has to take me by the hips and turn me around, my ass to his face because I can’t do it myself. To my humiliation the only thing that isn’t stiff is my little cock. I begin to lower myself to ease onto his dick but he takes me by my girlish hips and just pulls me down to speed up the process. Within seconds the head of his cock is pressed right against my sphincter, but it doesn’t go inside of me. I have to. No tattoo gun, it was going to be traditional with a couple of different needles attached to sticks, tapped with a weighted stick. The needles were made from hog’s teeth and tortoise shell. This was major old school tattooing at its finest.I’d had tattoos in the first go around that had hurt to some degree, but this method was guaranteed to hurt even more. Guess it was time to bite the bullet and find out.There was one thing I insisted on though, it needed to be a sleeve and wrap around the.