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Bill had been doing something at the work bench. "I want to see what she picked out." "Oh, that will be up to you later. To start with we just put in a small stud," the tattooist said. I didn't understand. Then Cindie reached around me and pinched one of my nipples through my shirt. "Wait a second," I finally objected. He seemed ready to go to work and I hadn't even seen what she had picked out. A tattoo is something that is with you for life. I Pussy Juice wanted to make sure it was something I wanted to wear for eternity. There were two barber chairs there and a stainless steel table covered with a sheet. I didn't see any paper outline of any kind of tattoo. The artist was standing next to one of the chairs expectantly. I would have to hurt her feelings by turning her down. I didn't like the situation. Nevertheless, I decided to go at least until the point of no return. Cindie propelled me through the curtains and I found myself in a slightly larger room. When the much decorated guy with the graying ponytail came out of the curtained doorway he greeted Cindie as if they were acquainted.

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"Ah," he said. "So this is the husband?" "Yep," Cindie said. My lizard was unique. I had taken a photo I had found on the internet to a different tattooist. I didn't want something that anybody else had. He used the photograph to create my lizard. So as we walked into the small outer lobby of the place I figured my birthday present was doomed. So when she led me to the tattoo studio I was only a little surprised. "But I haven't decided what I want yet," I objected as she pushed me through the door. "Let's go in anyway," she said. So I was willing to look at their collection of "flash" (as Lick Pussy the drawings of tattoos are called). I also reasoned that the flesh under it would go through little change, no matter how I aged or how much weight I gained or lost. Unfortunately, it was also generally invisible to me. Wanting another tattoo, I'd told Cindie that I was considering it. The winter I was 51, I decided I wanted a tattoo. I found a photo of a colorful lizard and had it etched into the back of my shoulder.

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My reasoning was that it would be unseen there unless I wanted it to be seen. Anticipation made it all the more sweet when we did get together. At any rate, I went to visit her the week of my birthday. She had planned ahead. When we rolled out of bed that morning she told me that I had an appointment at 11:00 that morning. Whenever my nipples were being clamped, pinched, or bitten, my cock got hard. During sex, if Cindie sucked a nipple into her mouth, I would spill myself inside her very soon afterward. All this led up to my 56th birthday. She bought me some vibrating clamps for my birthday.
But I'm too much of a crazed fuckslut to now when to give up.Finally, my frustration gets the better of me, and I start to tease you for not being able to get it up. I tell you what a worthless excuse for a man you are. That you're just a limp-dicked cunt for not being able to get it up and wreck my slutty holes one more time.