Then it was time for the tattoo. I was quite nervous. Frank gave me a great deal of reassurance. He showed me what was going to be put on me. It was a pretty little design with a number in very small type around the bottom half of it. He explained the number uniquely identified me and the design identified my Master. He put anal me on sex bench that held my legs spread wide and he could work easily from the side while my Master could do what he desired which was to fuck me while Frank worked. My Master and Frank worked out a rhythm together where my Master would not jog him, he would get long hard deep strokes in in-between Frank working on me. When blowjob Frank was almost done, that was when my Master chose to finish, he had Frank hold a wand on my clit and he fucked me hard and shot his cum inside me. Then he grabbed a tampon out of his bag, pulled out and inserted the tampon. “I want all that cum to straight stay just where it is for a while. All right, Frank, my cum is inside my bitch, she is marked. Now finish my permanent amateur 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. Tell her she has to wait or she will ruin the tattoo.” Frank sounded stern so I obeyed. It was so hard. It seemed an age. “You are marked slut. You are mine now in every way possible.” He pushed the wand down hard on my clit and Frank pinched my nipples hard, gay another intense orgasm hit me and I lay there spent breathing hard. He came up and kissed me deeply. “You have been wonderful today. Absolutely wonderful.” Frank gave him instructions on how to care for my tattoo. My Master took careful notes. Frank said he would check on it the next day when he dropped off the belt. When we got back to the guest house, everyone made a fuss of me and admired my collar and bracelet and the new tattoo. Jake blinked at this. She wondered what the men around her would think if they knew, or if they were already picturing her without her dress on, or if they noticed her at all. The trooper was nice. She brought the oil lamp into the room and silently closed the door. “He craned his neck down to look at me below and said, ‘I’m inside you, Baby.’ I looked up at him and giggled irrationally in pleasure, trying to catch my breath, trying to tell him not to stop. I am twenty-two years old and I live in my grandmother's old house with my younger sister, Theodora. The same sexy balls that I had curiously felt out and innocently played with in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon, so many years ago. "Did you get it?" She pressed up against me. I felt her small breasts and hard nipples rubbing into my side. I said well they are all my slaves now and all that they owned, I now own. You are gay the only one that care for me. I can't let you go. I was fucking her hard. But that didn't stop Jan from feeling really horny straight whenever Bill was away for more than a week. BY: PABLO DIABLO My heart pounded, pumping hot blood through my veins. “What do you mean?” Miley’s face was screwed up amateur and there right in my view was her teenage tits. It was smaller than the purple wiggly, maybe about the size of the first dildo I took anally, and hot anal skin and blowjob firm flesh felt much better than plastic. Even though I couldn’t perceive her from my point, I did hear shifting around.