. soaping my chest and stomach ... And by the time you reach my thighs, there is a long-neglected friend reaching out to greet you. You smile as you t...ke him (and his dangling friends) in your hands and give them the attention they’ve been missing. Your hands so warm, and the soap makes them slippery. I close my eyes and enjoy your intimate caresses.Soon, it’s time to rinse, and I’m brought back to reality with the spray of hot water. I’m erect and throbbing as the soap is washed away. And. Please come in. Guess I won’t have to tell you, but little lady you don’t have any clothes on.”I giggled and said, “No sir, I don’t wear clothes very often. Is there a problem with me being naked?”He said, “No, because I would have had you strip anyway so I could put the tattoo where you want it. You still want it above your cunt, right?”Mistress said, “Yes that’s right. We need it just above her slit. I would like it as close to her slit as you can get it. Of course once you are done, and I am. Choosing exactly the right dress, shoes and accessories was no small task but she did it up right. Once everything was selected and paid I had the lady package it all up.From that shop I took Cathy to a beauty parlor where she got the works. I had taken the outfit with me there so when she came out I was totally enveloped in the aura of her beauty. She exuded an atmosphere of aphrodisiac attraction which penetrated into the very core of my soul making me into the knight in shining armor for her. It almost looked like a corset except for the deep plunge in the front. Around her neck was a band of lace, like a choker, and I was immediately put in mind of a collar, although I felt the significance would be lost on most of the people there.As she reached me, her father handed her off, and I took her hand in mine. "I love you," I whispered. "And you are beautiful." She giggled quickly, then squeezed my hand and moved beside me.The officiant put out her arms to signal everyone to sit, then.