I removed her cloths again and took her to bath room. I asked her to pee. she refused first then she agreed. I went near her and washed her ass and pu...sy. She was keep looking me in romantic mood. Then I bathed her. Applied soap to her pussy, ass, ass crack, waist, boob and all other parts. We came to bed room and I cleaned her body in towel. She just rested on my shoulder. Applied powder on all parts. I Opened a pack which has a bra and a panties. I told the bra cup against her boob and pined. It was a tattoo shop, and Boris sitting next to her saw her expression."You look nervous dear. Is something wrong?" he asked her as he unbuckled his seat belt on the passenger's side."Where ... where are we going?" she sounded really scared."What does it look like slave? We are going in the tattoo shop," and he started to smile at her ... wickedly."Why ... why are we going there ... Master?" she asked him."You are going to get a tattoo," he moved closer to her inside the car."Please don't. “I’ll have someone come to your house to do your hair and makeup at 5:15. That should give us enough time to get you ready when I pick you up at six-thirty. And don’t wear a bra.” Someone was going to come to my house to do my hair and makeup? How cool. A young wild-looking girl came to my door promptly at 5:15. Katherine, I assumed was in her early to mid-twenties, had long, black dyed hair that looked like she slept on it for three days and was covered in tattoos and equally dark and loud. To be an audience for your performance, to bear witness over your long-felt lust finally released would prove to be a privilege. To be able to taste your scent in the air as you guide your stiletto heels out of your evening dress, leaving a crumpled heap of ink-blue satin on the pristine carpet, would ignite a fire within my chest. To watch you perch on the corner of the bed, your eyes fixed on mine, your hands firmly running over your flushed flesh, your breasts nestled in decadent lingerie,.