Abbey gives herself to Anthony

The following day, after George went to work, Abbey went around to Anthony’s. He opened the door and stepped aside. “I really enjoyed last night,” he told her.

“So did we,” Abbey replied on behalf of herself and George. She took a deep breath. “George want’s me to be a complete slut. So, if you are interested.” Abbey took off her overcoat, and Anthony smiled. She was wearing the ‘Fuck me Anthony’ shirt and a pair of white panties. With the fabric stretched out over her tits, it was apparent she wasn’t wearing any bra.

Anthony smiled, “Come, I’ve printed some more shirts,” he guided her to a room where there was a series of shirts with different things printed on them and in various sizes, from two small for her to too big. She looked around the room and moaned as she started reading the shirts. “Anthony’s private slut. Anthony’s Cum dump. Anthony’s baby one month, two months, all the way up to nine months.”

She turned to face him, and saw he was holding a shirt, “I’m having a party tomorrow night, I was wondering if you wanted to play host for me?” He turned the shirt around and saw it said, ‘Fertile and Willing’. She moaned quietly as she squeezed her legs together.

“You really want your neighbour to play host wearing that?” she asked.

Anthony smiled, “I can’t imagine you would be wearing it for long,” he joked.

“OK,” she replied, stepping closer to him. She put her arms around his head and pulled him into a kiss. “I just have one question. Should we get me a spade tattoo today?”

Anthony moaned, “You think George would be alright with that?” he asked.

Abbey shrugged, “He said he wanted me to give myself. Isn’t that kind of the way that is advertised?”

“I suppose it is,” Anthony said. “Alright, you strip, I’ll get my tattoo gun.”

Abbey started, “You have a tattoo gun?” she asked suddenly.

He smiled, “I’m full of surprises. So, where you had the temporary? Or someplace more revealing, like the inside curve of your breast?”

“Oh, that’s a very good question. I have been thinking lots about it, probably too much. Maybe on the inside edge of one of my breasts, and think you could do some filigree?” Anthony nodded. “The word ‘Owned’ over my left shoulder blade? Somewhere I can hide it but, it be easy to reveal.”

Anthony nodded again, “We’ll set up in the kitchen, give you a tattoo, take a photo and send it to George?”

“While he’s at work? He might ruin his pants if we do that,” Abbey laughed.

“So, that’s a yes?” Anthony asked.

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