“Go on guys, make her cum, she wants you to.”
I didn’t tell them to stop, but I did see Trisha taking some photos. He hung it round my neck and said,
“Job done. That involved my arms and legs moving a bit and it hurt. “Not too bad bitch.” I replied. It was a Saturday and Trisha was round by late morning, and she brought her boyfriend. Another man to stare at my tits and pussy but I have to say that by then I was sort of getting used to it and didn’t get anywhere near as embarrassed. Alfie wasn’t very creative and just signed his name, but Jack embarrassed me, Instead of writing on one of the casts I could feel him writing on my lower stomach. “Can I send another text please daddy?”
“Of course Saffy.”
“Text Trish.”
“Text Trish.”
“Text Trisha.”
“Please speak your message.” My phone answered. “Oh wow, that’s quite funny, they do look a bit like traffic cones and that body paint just makes you stare at them. “Oh hi Trisha, how are you?” Thanks for coming to cheer-up Saffy, she was a bit down. And look at your tits Saffy,”
Trisha turned her head to Liz and Aaron and continued,
“You know, I might just bring some orange and some white florescent paint and paint some circles round each of her tits
