She wasn't scared of them but she knew deep down that if they really wanted to, they could probably hurt her, maybe even kill her. It was her job to make sure that they were hooked so well, they amateur would never consider it. She just wished she had known more about them before putting herself in this position. “Instead of a branding iron, we think a tattoo artist would be more acceptable. The law just says you need to have our brands on your hips, not how it gets there,” Murph said, hopeful she would bite and work with them. She turned her back to them, looking outside again. “A tattoo..,” she said, thinking out loud. “If I get a tattoo for you, will you get one for me?” Both men looked at each other a bit surprised, no one had ever made a request for a Captain General to be branded. CGB shrugged, “If that's what it takes for you to comply with the branding then sure baby doll. I'm covered in ‘em.” Murph also had a large amount of tattoos and wouldn't mind having her initials on him. “Okay, I will get your initials but I pick how big it is and I'm thinking this big,” she said holding her fingers an inch apart. “I also pick where my initials go on cumshot you two,” she said, taking off her towel. Murph laughed, “I don't usually negotiate with terrorists but I guess we have a deal.” Seeing her curvy naked body made him not care about what demands she requested. As long as she had their brands on her hips it was all worth it. She went into a drawer and pulled out a small pair indian of low rise pink panties. Sliding them up, she looked down at her tattooless hips trying to mentally prepare herself for this insanity. “I want you both to go first... then I will,” she said, putting on a white slip dress. Murph licked his lips, enjoying the sight of her. “You will do it without fighting us if we go first?” She crossed her arms again, her mouth in a hard line, “I guess.” “I don't mind going first. Where do you want it to go?” CGB asked, smiling down at her. “Let’s do this again sometime?” “God, your asshole is so tight. Your naked arse hanging out of your leather slacks was a huge turn on for me and Rosie. Not my sisters, who were part of his harem, but other girls. “And I want to indian cumshot hold it at the same time.” she told me amateur to sleep in the room and not on the sofa. “Oh, yes, Mr. Davies, you're feeling so... inspired!” she moaned. I was reluctant to leave as well, yet I noted that I had apparently graduated from ‘pup’ to ‘sister’, at least. Ben sighed. He takes off his sidearm and carries it up to the bedroom that he and Diane share.