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the table between Kathie’s legs.
    Kathie fumed, but knew she’d chosen this bizarre situation.
She’d agreed to take on the mission, becoming Ross Guerrero’s sex slave in the
process. She’d wanted it, and so far a lot of what had happened had been
amazing. The sex was nothing short of earth-shattering and she guessed that
Ross had only started with her. Besides, he really understood her, knew why she
wanted to let go and give him total control.
    But couldn’t she help decide what tattoo would be inked into
her most private flesh?
    She glanced at Ross. His dark visage was intent as he turned
the pages of Darla’s notebook. “I like this one,” he said.
    Apparently not. Kathie sighed and tried to relax.
Toby was right. If she decided she didn’t like what Ross had picked, she could
have it altered or let her muff grow back.
    “Blackletter font, very nice,” Darla said.
    “What does it look like?” Kathie asked.
    Ross glanced at her, still unsmiling. “You don’t need to
worry about that. Just lie back and relax.”
    “But—”
    “One more word…” He picked up the spoon and rapped it on the
table.
    She bit her lip. “Yes, sir.”
    Toby smiled. “New to the life, eh?” He opened a new jar of
black ink and poured a little into a tiny plastic cup, then gave Darla a fresh
pair of gloves. He picked up the tattoo gun and switched it on while Darla
donned the gloves and took the machine from Toby.
    The first touch of the humming needle on Kathie’s plump mons
startled her, and she realized that Ross had good reason to bind her for the
tattooing. The zap of the needle, its prick, the sting… If she hadn’t been
firmly secured, she’d have squirmed, ruining the tattoo.
    Darla worked slowly but steadily, bending over Kathie’s sex,
her long, blonde hair brushing Kathie’s belly and thighs while Toby helped by
stretching the skin of Kathie’s mound, presumably so the lettering would be
clear.
    To her shame, she was turned on by the sensuality of the
experience—the scents that the tattoo artists wore, of exotic blossoms, leather
and patchouli, the stroke of their hair on Kathie’s flesh, the tiny, warm puffs
of their combined breaths on Kathie’s exposed clit. Both were attractive people
and, despite her burgeoning feelings for Ross, she found herself turned on by
their very closeness.
    All the while Ross watched.
    Despite the sex with Ross, desire pooled deep in her cunt.
She began to shake and her pussy tightened. The needle’s prick swelled her most
sensitive parts and with the swelling came want. Want quickly blossomed into
need and Kathie struggled to repress her passionate sighs.
    Darla noticed. So did Toby. How could they not? Kathie
herself could smell Ross’ come and her cream oozing from her pussy. Even so,
Darla’s hands were unwavering as she worked. But Toby’s fingers, as they moved
this way and that while helping Darla, had developed an unmistakable quiver,
and his cheeks had pinkened.
    “All done.” Darla switched off the needle, put away her
equipment and stripped off her gloves. She cupped Kathie’s breast and smiled at
Ross. “Your lady wants to play, and I’d be happy to oblige.”
    Her casual tone was undercut by the flush in her cheeks.
Darla was aroused. Ross came closer and when Kathie turned her head she noticed
an admirable tent in his shorts. Same with Toby.
    Everyone in the room was turned on.
    “She looks pretty sore.” Ross peered down at Kathie’s mound.
    “Yes, you have to be careful.” Darla dipped her finger into
the jar of petroleum jelly and tenderly spread a thin film over the fresh
tattoo, then stroked Kathie’s clitoris.
    Toby pulled her thighs apart. Her hips jerked involuntarily
and she moaned. Darla chuckled and tugged on the nubbin of proud flesh before
plunging one long, red-tipped finger into Kathie’s slit.
    Excitement shot through her. She cried out, startled by the
invasion, more shocked by her response to a woman.
    Ross leaned over and