Waiting for the artist

The three of you stand in the room quietly, pondering what to do while you wait for the artist to come in. You take the seat in the corner of the room, leaving the two girls to examine the chair they'll be getting their tattoos in. They rub their hands along the leather with perhaps a hint of anxiety over how much this is going to hurt. Neither of them have tattoos and so their expectations are entirely based off other people's stories of how painful it is.

It's Tracy who breaks the silence first, "so I guess we just wait then, huh?"

"I can think of something to do while we wait." Mia stares at her sister's mostly exposed crotch as she says this, with hungry eyes.

"You wanna finish off what you started in the car whore? Go ahead."

With permission from you, Tracy jumps into the chair, lying on her back. Mia then walks round to the end that her feet are resting on and climbs up on so she's resting on her knees between Tracy's legs. She smiles at her sister before lowering her head down to her pussy, pulling her shorts down with her teeth, and licking up and down her lips, giving her clit a playful little flick with her tongue. This affords a soft moan from Tracy, who looks to the ceiling and grips the side of the chair as Mia continues with her task from earlier.

After a short while of playing with her food, Mia finally digs her tongue in and starts eating Tracy out, slurping up her juices and releasing waves of pleasure from within. It isn't long before Tracy's really starting to feel it and is starting to let out some louder and louder moans.

"Fuck, just like that sis."

Tracy isn't making much of an effort to keep her voice down, and the people in the lobby can probably hear her from down the hall.

"Clearly you need some help keeping your voice down slut. Why don't I help you out. Give me her shorts whore."

"Sorry sir."

Mia doesn't even take her face out from between Tracy's legs as she blindly slides her shorts down her legs and sticks them out in the air for you to grab. You gladly do so, scrunching the shorts up into a ball in your hand, which is quite small thanks to the lack of material that they're made from. You then stuff the ball into her mouth in order to bring down the volume of her whorish moans.

After stuffing her mouth, you reach down to grab her tits, playing with the newly enhanced mounds. You'd had to wait a while since the operation before being able to play with them properly, but the moment you were able to you had your hands on them at every opportunity. They were soft, but thick enough to more than fill up your hand when you grabbed one. Whilst groping her breasts, you use your fingers to flick her nipples, adding to her pleasure by playing with this sensitive area.

It's at this moment that the door suddently swings open.