A Classic NIght to Die
written by:
maggie2002

A Classic Night to Die

As nights go, it was a classic night to die. Any writer worth his pen would have been salivating at the possibilities.

The fog rolling in off the river, made it difficult to see. The sounds of the freighters passing each other on the river echoed off the abandoned buildings of the inner city, and the train whistle wailing in the distance made you lonely enough to bawl like a wet, hungry baby.

The only light visible for miles was the revolving red and blue lights of several city patrol cars. The patrol cops huddled together like sheep on a miserable night were discussing the need to roust out the detectives from their nice warm precinct house.

Finally, Ellen Kellogg said she would call and that her partner and herself would secure the scene so the rest of the troops could get on with their patrols. Police were scarce in Detroit under the new administration and you couldn't afford to leave any area unprotected for long.

An anonymous caller had alerted them almost an hour before that he heard screams just off the riverfront near the old Rubber plant on Jefferson. He had been right, the first car on the scene found a young blonde corpse still warm, wrapped tightly in common ordinary green rubber hose with the nozzle shoved as far into her interior that it could be sent, now it would be up to the detectives to figure out who did it and why.

Perry Smith and Ellen Kellogg were car partners; both were hoping to be promoted to detective soon. The hours sucked but the pay was a whole lot better then street patrol and you got to follow your perps until they were free or convicted.

It seemed to them that getting the bad people worked much better at that level then it did working the streets. They found that most of the time their arrests were back on the street, before they had the paperwork finished.

Ellen was a little dynamo. She just managed to edge in one-quarter inch over the height restrictions, and if she hadn't been the only daughter in a family with seven cop brothers, she probably wouldn't have passed the physical part of her final exams. The brothers worked her ragged and now she was the toughest cop on the beat and the best looking at her precinct house.

The other females were all tall, Amazonian types with flashy muscles and short hair and attitude. Ellen believed you could be a cop, and a woman. She usually finessed her prisoners into doing what she wanted, but could if required take them down with the best of the men. Ellen always looked and smelled good, she prided herself on it.

Perry was already overweight and out of shape at thirty, he needed to be promoted before he died from the stress and trauma out on the streets. Once he had been a black stud, now he was more like a brood mare. He was tall, gone to fat, and usually chewing some kind of food or sucking on sugar soda all during their shift. He did however know his job always had her back and had taught her how to stay alive on the streets since they had partnered together over two years ago.

Ellen called the precinct and requested the detectives, told Perry to ribbon off the crime scene and started talking to the several people who had gathered like moths to a flame at the sight of squad cars. She had a good reputation in that area of Belle Isle and hoped any of the regulars who had seen something, would tell her about it before the detectives scared them away.

She got lucky; one of the stumblebums still not to drunk to see and remember, had gotten part of a car license plate and seen a tall heavyset white man dump the body out of trunk. He even noticed that the trunk had no lock and a smear of what looked like orange paint that didn't match the car near the front door handle. Ellen reached into her back pocket and gave him twenty bucks. She called it her truth serum. He melted into the dark as the car holding the detectives pulled up.

Stepping out first was Randy Sanchez, tall, good looking and randy as his name promised, thought Ellen with a smile. She had spent most of last night with this particular stallion and was looking forward to a rematch tonight. They had been living together for the last month and were still on their unofficial honeymoon.

Next was his partner a sour faced big Amazon of a woman named Betty Babcock. Betty hated men and the women who loved or lusted after them. She could smell sex on a person a mile away and was fond of reminding you of her talents. First thing, she said to Ellen as she walked up to her was, "I bet you fucked Randy there until dawn, and can't wait for more."

"You'd win," smiled Ellen, "now let's get to business detectives I have patrol work to do."

Betty grumped loudly, sniffed hard, and spit out what she had managed to gather making Ellen almost barf. It was a disgusting habit in men; she couldn't help thinking that in women it was unforgivable. True you had to be a man's match in this job but you didn't have to lose your feminine side to do it. Ellen straightened her tailored trousers bent to look into the cruisers mirror and fluffed her hair and walked over to Perry.

"Let's hit the streets, the Dynamic Duo can handle this, and I want to look for a car that Rancid Ralph told me about."

Perry nodded, and pointed to Betty. "Don't you wonder how Randy stands that?"

Ellen giggled and slid into the driver's seat of the patrol car," my turn to drive big fella, besides we're heading to my side of town and I don't want you to scare off the natives."

She pulled out onto Jefferson and headed east toward the Pointes. Once closer she would cut down to the river, and start her search. Ellen had a hunch and her hunches had a habit of paying off.

Perry reached down to the floor and grabbed his fast food bag. He whined about his burger being cold and took a huge bite anyway.

"Better be careful Perry or you‘ll end up looking like Big Betty."

He looked at her and thought for a minute and then waiting until he saw two dogs on the sidewalk and tossed out the food. "I guess Pepsi will have to do."

Ellen looking in the rear view mirror saw the dogs tearing into the bag. No, litter there, in minutes it would all be consumed.

"Did you notice how clean that girl was Perry? That was no tramp, or street whore we were looking at, that was uptown quality. I wonder what she did to piss off someone that bad, or maybe she was just in the wrong place at the right time."

They didn't know then how right they were, they wouldn't know for almost three more days. It was then that they found the car that rancid Ralph had described to Ellen and with it, a truck full of more problems.

Wrapped tightly in more hose, and then pushed into big black garbage bags were body parts, several cocks, three breasts, two white, one black and a part that neither wanted to identify but that looked like a rectum. They called in backup and after throwing up their lunch, drank their remaining coffee and waited for it to arrive.

The burning question in Ellen's mind was "Where are the rest of the bodies or is this a cemetery thief as well. It would take the coroner to determine age and rather the victim had been living when parted from their parts.

The car's license plates had been removed and it had obviously abandoned. They could only hope he had left fingerprints, body hair or other DNA possibilities in the car.

Once again, Randy and Betty responded to their call. It was true they liked homicides and a good mystery, but Ellen was beginning to wonder if Randy ran her calls just to try to keep her safe. That was something she could never allow.

He managed to separated them from their partners long enough to push her behind a concealing wall and to kiss her breathless.

"Figured, you needed something to take your mind off the offal."

She nodded and nestled close for a minute, happily feeling his fingers teasing at her nipples under her uniform shirt.

"I will bring dinner over honey, go home and take a bath and relax after shift. This is too much even for you."

He was right and she never argued when a man was right, while hardly ever. She reached and gave his cock a brief squeeze as a promise for later and yelled out for Perry.

"Let's go Perry; these two can handle all the rest of this crap."

Once safely in their car and back on patrol, she turned to Perry and said, "I got a question I need an honest answer to partner."

Perry sat straighter that partner stuff was important you couldn't fuck it up and stay together 8 to 12 hours a day if you didn't take care of business.

"What's up lady?" She shrugged and said,"Maybe I'm paranoid, but I worked to damn hard to be here, and I love my job and I love my man. Do you think he runs my calls just to make sure I'm safe?"

Perry looked at her with a smile, "Probably, but he would have to run somebody's calls and judging from your lipstick seeing him has its perks. Do you mean to keep you from getting hurt?" She nodded. "Hell lady, nobody can do that, you know when you're numbers up you're history. He just loves you; he talks about you all the time when you're not around."

She grinned, "He does, her blood pumped faster as she took that in and assimilated that she was loved by him, and she visibly relaxed. If he talked about her to Perry and the other guys, he obviously loved her, damn women were dumb no matter how often they heard it, and felt it, they were never satisfied.

"Hey Perry, let's go get us a bad guy" and she accelerated and squealed the brakes as she turned a sharp right hit the lights and took off after a truck that had just ran the red light in front of them.

"That's damn disrespectful Perry," she said, as she pulled him over "Let's go teach that boy some respect."

Respect wasn't necessary when they pulled him out of the car and explained he had run the red light right in front of their squad car. He was babbling almost incoherently about a man killing a woman in front of him and then starting to cut her up. "I was fishing, just fishing and he didn't see me, Oh God, Oh man," and he threw up all over Perry's shoes. Perry made a nasty comment and pushed him to sit on the curb. Ellen smiled gave him some wet wipes, they always carried in the car, and asked the important question, "Where were you buddy?"

He pointed, "At the foot of Alter, down under the little bridge by the Veterans old hospital," she patted his hand and walked away to call it in. Randy answered the phone in the detective's squad room, she succulently explained the urgency of the situation and as she ended the call said, "I love you, now go nail the son of a bitch." She hung up to his laughter.

Once Michael Masters was calmed down and cleaned up, they took all his information and his statement and sent him on his way with orders to not fish in that spot again until they told him the perpetrator was in jail just on the off chance he had seen him.

Perry gave her a high five, once the man was on his way they headed to the possible crime scene. "Someone had to secure the scene and it was our tip right?" She explained it to him. Perry agreed besides it was easy duty compared to chasing criminals who might or might not kill you before lunch.

The man was gone, the corpse another woman still warm but this time they had a description and the detectives had found tire prints in the soft shoulder of the driveway. Life was looking good. Perry and Ellen worked the perimeter of the scene knocking on the doors of the run down trailers in the trailer park that abutted the road just before the turnoff and even hitting the abandoned hospital to see if any homeless people were living there.

They got lucky two old men, not drunk or stoned hung out there when the weather was warm living off the fish they caught and the water that still came out of the hospital taps. They were able to describe a tall, heavyset white man with a bad attitude. They had run into him several times before and knew to stay out of his sight since he had beaten up Charlie the older frailer one. Only Horace hearing his screams and running at him with a pipe wrench had scared him off.

They walked them to where he had been, and asked if they should make themselves scarce in the neighborhood for a little while. Ellen gave them the same advice they had given the man in the truck. "Until we catch him you're better off gone." She reached into her pocket and handed Charlie, two twenties. "Get yourself a room for a couple of days, don't drink this all away. Beside's a bath and some fast food would improve both of you."

They were laughing when the two cops got into their car and went out onto the road.

Ellen and Perry parked out of sight, and called in their location and started to search while they waited for some more help. The first thing Perry had noticed was several newly disturbed plots of dirt. They hoped they were wrong but didn't think so, more bodies, or body parts for sure.

It was early morning, by the time the search was completed, Ellen and Perry made it back to the station with several hours of overtime to their credit. They had found not only more body parts but also the perp must have a cold, or they could hope he did, because they found several used Kleenex crumpled up in a fast food bag. DNA for the asking what more could you want.

Randy was just coming out of the side door when they pulled up. "I'll wait for you baby, and we can take one car I don't have to be in until early afternoon tomorrow." She smiled. "A quick shower and I'm all yours." He reached and pulled her close to kiss her. "Forget the shower, we can clean up together. I'll talk to Perry here while you change. I want his take on what you found today as well as yours."

She nodded, and hustled. Home with her man and no where to go until late tomorrow what more could a girl ask for heaven maybe."

Ten minutes later she was back, clean, smelling good and with a tight t-shirt and short shorts on. The men both smiled. Perry grabbed his crotch. "Damn there is life in the old dog. Take good care of that girl Randy, or I might try to take her away." They were all laughing when he left. One, Ethel, Perry's long time girlfriend would kill him if she caught him two-timing her and Ellen knew nobody would ever satisfy her or make her feel safer then the man know grabbing her ass and practically taking her in the parking lot under the surveillance cameras. When he let her up for air, she pointed at the camera and waved before flashing them. Randy laughed as her hard pointed nipples stiffened even more in the cool night air.

They scooted into the car and she ignored her seat belt and cuddled close to her man. "Pull out slowly so they can watch my head disappear into your lap." He did then she sat up and buckled in before sliding out of view. Within five minutes, two cars turned on their lights and pulled them over, each wanting to catch the detective in a compromising position. They were out of luck and pissed off but the two laughed all the way home.

Once safely inside the door, Ellen reached for his zipper. "Hey officer fuck me now and we can take a shower later. She knelt and pulled his cock already hard free of his pants and slowly engulfed it in her waiting mouth. She had just redone her lipstick because Randy loved the sight of rich red lipstick marks on his cock as she deep throated him.

"I've been dreaming of this all day office, getting your hard cock deep inside my mouth as your hands teased and abused my breasts." He pulled her shirt off, and pulled her closer and wrapped her large breasts around his cock as she continued to administer her special talents to all the parts she could still reach.

Within minutes, he was coming all over her face, her hair and her body coating her breasts especially her sensitive nipples with his crème. He sagged against the wall and slid to the floor.

"Baby, you blow me away."

She grinned, "Did I hear baby blow me?"

She dipped her head and as he worked to straighten out his breathing, she worked at making him hard again. He was young and strong and loved her, she was good at pushing the buttons that made him hard, and within five minutes he had her wrapped around him, his cock buried deep in her hot wet snatch and they were humping like rabbits that hadn't fucked in months. No one would have thought he had just come, and that together they had spent the hours before work time that morning doing the same thing. There was never enough time when it came to each other.

He managed to walk into their front room and fall onto the sofa putting her in the astride position and giving him access now that he needn't hold her to her breasts, and her nipples, and her lovely throbbing clit. She held his shoulders tight and slammed down on him over and over saying, "Fuck yeah darling, let's move mountains."

He knew his woman and a little pain with her loving often times took her over the edge and into the stratosphere, he began to pull and twist her nipples then dip his hand to her clit and do the same. He heard her moans of satisfaction and felt her bite his shoulder as her head dipped and nestled there. He looked up and saw her licking her lips. The little vixen had drawn blood. While turn about was fair play. He reached up and grabbed her left breast. It was the most sensitive and holding her still, he carefully bit the side until he heard her moan and then suckled the rich copper taste of her blood. He released her and did the same to the right one.

He reached up and swatted her delicious ass until he could feel the heat under his hands, "When I can reach your ass darling, I'll make that mine too, branded for life as Sanchez's woman."

He looked into her lust filmed eyes and saw the feral smile. "Sanchez's woman. I like that," and then she came. It was all he could do to hold her steady as she crested into a heavy climax and took her with him.

He didn't have time to wonder until they were resting cuddled together if it was the bites, the paddling or the words that made her so hot.

Finally, they moved. She padded bare footed and bare assed into the kitchen to pull out the leftovers from last night to eat. Sex always left her starving. He undressed leaving his clothes in a heap on the living room floor and went into the shower to clean up and recover. He was just about to turn it off when she joined him with two cold bottles of beer. They stood together under the pounding hot water and drank them down then he carefully put them outside the shower and bending her over the seat pulled her legs wide and pushed his now hard again super clean cock into her still wet with his come pussy.

He wasn't going to come again the night was young and he did have limits he just wanted to enjoy the sensation before he cleaned her up and then ate her to the special climax she always managed with his tongue in her pussy, his fingers up her ass and her hands torturing her nipples and clit.

"Oh yeah baby, do me again please."

He had used the shower massager to clean her up after stroking himself to almost completion, she was screaming, and the water turning cold when he pulled her outside the shower, lowered her to the cold bathroom floor and took her to the limits. When she calmed down, he kissed her almost breathless and said, "Dinner then I am going to fuck your ass so good you will have to do desk duty tomorrow standing up.

That got her laughing and they were still giggling while they ate dinner and found a movie to watch while they played. Some nights there were paperwork and house chores to worry about but tonight after the day they had been through sex was the perfect antidote to the filth and debauchery of the city streets.

Randy cleaned up, and started the movie while Ellen excused herself and went into the bathroom. She cleaned up even using a female spray to wash herself with strawberry scented liquid and then pulled out a sheer red camisole; Randy hadn't seen, put on extra high heels, pulled her hair loose from its perennial pony tail and fluffed it. She sprayed herself with his favorite perfume and strutted back out into the living room.

"Hey Big Guy, want to play? She started a stripper routine as she came close to his recliner. She could see his cock start to harden and so she slowed down and went into a masturbation mode where she stood and made love to herself while he watched. She knew it drove him nuts to see her pinch, suckle her nipples, and push her fingers deep inside her pussy and then lick them clean. She knew she wouldn't have to undress he would be there to do it for her and he was.

He left her heels on and bent her over their coffee table. "You are a very mischievous bitch tonight, I think you want to be treated like a slut and I am just the man to manage that for you."

She shivered and felt herself almost gush with fluids at his words. That is exactly what she wanted to forget being Ellen Kellogg police officer, to be Randy Sanchez's slut, made to service her man and to love it. Forget this equal crap for one night and get primal.

She wiggled her ass and whispered sexily, "Why Randy, am I going to have to submit to your perverted sex practices, to suck your cock, and kiss your ass, and be fucked everywhere by your big beautiful cock without one word of permission?"

He laughed as he smacked her ass, and smiled at the red handprint that appeared. He reached for the tie he had worn today and tied her hands behind her back. "Appears so slut," he gently pulled her up and pushed her onto her knees.

"Suck my cock and be good or you may not sit for a week." He looked into her eyes, and saw naked lust and shoved deep into her mouth. This was something they both needed. He had to watch her put her life on the line every day but for tonight he would have her life in his hands and she would be his to do with as he pleased. It was heady perfume added to the smell of her sexual arousal and the silver streaks of her desire he could see dripping down her thighs.

He tangled his hands in her hair and held her still as for the first time in their relationship he fucked her mouth. There was no reciprocity, no her pleasuring him. He set the pace, set the style and soon rode her mouth to a massive climax spending so much crème in her hot wet plundered mouth that it trailed down her front and he used his hands to rub it into her breasts over her nipples and down into her mound.

He was amazed as he rubbed his crème into her body that she was shivering under his hands, one small climax after another. He reached down and rubbing her clit said, "Come for me slut" She fell apart in his arms. They tumbled to the floor and he managed to undo her arms so they could hold one another.

They slept for almost two hours the movie already over and making that terrible noise before you shut it off is what finally woke them up.

"Let's go to bed sweetheart," she whispered, "and see what comes up." He drew her close and kissed her, "I know what is up, me" he pointed to his cock, "He still remembers I have to fuck your ass so well you will be standing up tomorrow or staying home and we can both take a day off."

He saw the quick look, and then saw responsibility set in. "Nope can't have any of that, we're entitled. Watch this."

He called his Captain "Hey Captain Ellen and me have a small family problem and have to be out of town tomorrow. Be back on regular shift Saturday. Randy."

He laughed, voice mail, no arguments and he put his phone, and held out his hand for hers and with their guns locked them up in the desk drawer.

"Now slut, he slapped her ass, get into bed and be prepared to be fucked everywhere."

Giggling she ran into the bedroom threw the lubrication she had snagged from the drawer at him as he entered and giggling turned over onto her back and got up on her hands and knees. Obscenely wiggling her ass held high in the air peeking through the bottom of her clean-shaven pussy lips. He bent over and bit her hard.

"Remember," he told her when he had drawn back and licked his lips clean. "I warned you I would brand your ass too."

She smiled. "I wish you would." She pointed. "Right there Randy's slut" She shivered and he grabbed her and kissed her until neither one could breath.

"I couldn't do that regulations, it would hurt your career, but would you pierce your nipples and clit for me, if I buy the jewelry?" She nodded.

He felt his cock and pointed it out to her he was diamond hard. The thought of her with nipple rings and a cunt ring made him so hot he had to shove his cock deep inside her and together they had fast, furious sex coming so hard it was hard to believe they had already done so much playing around. Being young and impetuous had its benefits. When they recovered, he grabbed the bedroom phone, and called a number and talked for about twenty minutes.

Finished, he put it down "Did you mean it about being pierced?" She nodded. Get our stuff packed my slut; we have an appointment in Las Vegas and a plane to catch.

She usually would have been full of arguments and questions but this had been a funny day and a funnier night. She pulled the suitcases out and packed one good dress, a suit for him, swimsuits after all they were going to Vega and their personal needs. She almost lost it when he came up quietly behind her and said, "No panties or bras slut. You can be super cop responsible when we get back."

She felt her blood pressure increase and her heat index rise as she moistened just at the thought of her being open and available to him whenever he wanted. Maybe she wasn't as modern a woman as she thought. She rather liked this macho man thing.

They both stopped at atm's to get money and Randy stopped at a jewelry store that he had talked a friend into opening for them and then they were on the way to the airport.

"Are you going to show me my jewelry Randy?"

He tossed her a small box from his right front pocket. She knew he had one in his left pocket too, but when he didn't offer it, she somehow knew better then to ask.

The nipple clips were gold which would look beautiful on her usually tanned skin and had small emeralds and rubies winking from the bottom of the clip. Those were their birthstones and she almost cried. The clit ring was gold too but had a pearl and somehow she knew it would drive her nuts by rubbing against her all day when worn. She would always be able to remember who her man was and that he was thinking about her.

"You know doll, once you're pierced its no sex for you including oral sex except for your ass for at least two weeks." She grinned. "Good thing you made sure I loved anal sex then isn't it and she reached over and patted his cock which was straining at his jeans. "Know of a quiet place on the way to the airport where I can fix that for you?"

He nodded.

He pulled up to the employee gate and showed his badge. The man let them in and he pulled behind two parked service trucks. She smiled and pulled him free of his jeans and immediately pulled him deep into her mouth. "This time it's my way," she said, reminding him of how he had taken her mouth earlier. She felt him jerk deep inside her mouth and her pussy answered juicing up and clenching as it looked for something to fill it.

He felt her need and pushed his hand up under her skirt, he smiled when he found she was panty less. This might become a new way of living for them, as his fingers found her pussy and pushed deep inside. She was hot, wet and ready, just as she swallowed him down her throat, he erupted so did she, and they came together. Damn, he was going to miss that for two weeks as she recovered.

Ten minutes later they were in line to board the next flight to Vegas, their badges got their guns on board and the pilots happy smile to know if required their were trained officers to handle any problems. The flight attendant moved them to first class and when he told her quietly, he was taking his woman to Vegas to marry her, she called ahead, upgraded their rooms, and got him a limo from the airport plus she handed him coupons for their return flight.

"The airline likes it Mr. Sanchez when our passengers get married and two officers, my goodness nothing is too good for you."

He was enjoying this more and more. Ellen sleeping in her seat had no idea of what lie ahead. First the wedding then the sex then the piercing after all it would have to last her two whole weeks and they were used to multiple times a day.

He should have married her months ago hell a whole year ago, he had known since the first time he laid eyes on her. It was true her seven brothers and her old but still massive and dedicated papa sometimes scared him to death but once they were wed. They would be family. Given how much they fucked and made slow wonderful love he was amazed even using a diaphragm she wasn't pregnant. He was going to try to convince her once they were wed to toss that thing in the trash. Let God figure out when they should have kids. Probably wouldn't work but a man could only try.

She was still sleeping wehen the plane landed. Randy carried her off the plane and the gate agent carried the luggage. They got a cart and took them to the limo and it wasn't until they reached the hotel that Ellen woke up.

"Are we there yet? When do we land?" She looked around and couldn't believe they were in a limo and she hadn't waked up for anything until they stopped.

They checked in and the room was wonderful with a beautiful view of downtown Las Vegas and all its sparkling light displays. He made the wedding plans while she took a long soaking bath and then joined her. "I want to make love to you here in the tub and then take you to a marvelous dinner we have reservations in an hour.

He pulled her onto his lap and watched her face as the Jacuzzi jet played on her clit and he played with her nipples and kissed her mouth. She was coming when he pushed her down on his cock and barely managed to say, "No diaphragm." He smiled, "How about I promise to marry you if you get pregnant?"

She was already coming as she nodded yes and he filled her with his crème. He pulled her out of the tub when he recuperated ,and laid her on the soft rug on the tile floor and gave her the best oral sex he was capable of, he even got her "G" spot something he couldn't always find. She was exhausted and begging him to stop when he finally relented.

"This had got to last you for two whole weeks love, remember that's why we're here."

She sat up. "Oh, yeah, I'm scared."

He held her close. "Don't be , we will do your nipples first, and if you can't stand it we will forget the clit ring, although I hear that's the most fun and he pinched and rubbed her there, juast think all day, every day all the time."

She giggled softly, "I'm just being a baby, Hey I got to dry my hair and get ready. What should I wear?" He grinned, "The surprise in the closet from me to you."

She hurried out and opened closets until he heard her say, "Oh my God, Randy it's a wedding dress," She came in holding it up against her body "and shoes and a frilly garter belt and nylons to match and a wreath of flowers for my hair."

He got down on one knee still naked said, "One husbandto be seems to be asking for your hand in marriage. He comes equipped with a tuxedo to match your dress in his closet which somehow you missed. Will you marry me?"

The screech told everyone anywhere close the answer was yes.

They hurried to get ready and while Ellen's long curly red hair, was still slightly damp, the Bride was beautiful with no panties or bra but a fancy lace garter belt, and the groom was equally handsome in a white tuxedo. The pictures they took for the relatives and their friends at work glowed with their love.

One hour later after making love for one last time Randy answered the door and let the tattoo artist in. Would Ellen now his wife chicken out, or still get her piercing done? He wasn't sure why he wanted her pierced but he had even contemplated a small tattoo on her inner thigh where no one in the department could complain about its appearance. He thought his initials would be wonderful. While first the piercing, then the tattoo. He called her, "Ellen we're ready" and naked she walked into the front room and left them standing with both their mouths open.

"Where should I put my body while you work on me?"

Part two to follow maybe;-)