Revealing jeff's plan

I fucked both Amy and Helen twice in the next two hours. As we talked with Amy, my wife and I pried more information out of the young girl. Upon discovering that she had never been fucked in the ass, i quickly remedied that situation. As I plowed her ass with my well-lubed cock, Helen fucked the girl with a large, knobby dildo. We must have gotten her off three times with that fuck alone.

My wife, who only days before was a innocent, frigid housewife had become a real slut. As i pulled my dripping cock from Amy's ass, Helen captured the semi-hard shaft and sucked it into her mouth.

Knowing that we had to leave soon, I ordered the two women to shower and shave. I watched and enjoyed the sight as both of them shaved each other's pussy smooth. Helen pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt; she remembered that i told her to forget about bras and panties. We gave Amy one of Helen's skirts and one of my T-shirts (none of Helen's would have fit over Amy's big round boobs). She didn't even ask about undergarments; this girl belonged to us!

I got into the rental; the girls climbed into the back seat. The drive was fairly quick; our destination was not far from the Sex Shop where Helen had come alive. As we got out of the car i turned to the two women, "The two of you are going to agree to everything I have planned. Do you understand?"

Helen and Amy both looked at each other, then at me. They smiled and nodded their heads. I had parked in front of a tattoo shop; the place was up-scale, clean and bright. We walked into the shop. The women sat while I spoke with the manager, the man I had spoken with earlier on the phone. I explained my plan, he showed me some drawings, we worked out a total design. I paid his fee without question and then offered a bonus if the whole design could be done immediately. "We're slow now, I've got two assistants who are expects and real artists. You won't be disappointed."

He looked at Amy and Helen. "You girls really want this?"

Both of them looked at me. Helen stood up. "Let's get started!"

The manager lead the three of us to a back room. It was clean and well kept. The manager showed us the instruments they used, explaining how they only used sterile tools and the highest quality inks. He introduced his two assistants, a man and a woman, both in the twenties and both covered with body art.

"Let's get your clothes off and we can get started." The manager pointed to two workbeds each covered with a clean white sheet.

Amy and Helen stripped without a word and climbed up onto the beds. I sat in a comfortable chair to watch the transformation.