She took some pictures that she said would beto show to a someone at a tattoo shop. I trembled at the thought ofhaving those markings made permanent....hich is what I was thinking again as she spoke to the tattoo artist,telling him that she wanted the 'vines' to flow and questioning if itwould be practical to have words added later. She said -- jokingly, Ihoped -- that she might want him to write OWNED BY MISTRESS above themain design. He nodded and said he could do that and plenty. But she was dead on. She pulled her dress up a little bit, bent her knees — adjusted for the crooked putter blade — and dropped the first putt. It was all academic from there, but I tried to up the ante."You wanna double the bet?" I asked.The owner replied he wanted her to make the damned putt and for us to get the hell out his life."You two grifters just cost me anything I could have made this evening," he lamented.Bailey had already dropped the second putt, but I don't think she felt sorry. "If he wasn't, you wouldn't be on this team right now."Luke looked away from the coach, caught me looking at him, and looked down."And if any of the rest of you think Tony's getting special treatment," it might have been my imagination, but I thought he looked straight at Mike, "volunteer to give up twelve weeks of your free time to coach some kids and you can miss a few practices too."Gymnastics. Tami and Robbie must have arranged it with the coach when they talked to him about getting me back. She smiled with pleasure as she felt the tight leather strap wrapped around the base of his balls and shaft. She adored the taste of leather.Stilling her hands on his thighs, she licked her lips and looked up at him. He was watching her through half-closed eyes, a slight smile at his mouth. "May I?" she whispered huskily, surprised at the heat in her voice. He slowly nodded, and she felt the warmth of every eye on her as she bent to take his cock in her mouth. She took about half at first,.