Victoria got her first tattoo today—a delicate chain of roses right above her hip bone. The artist was young, handsome, his fingers steady on her skin. I sat there watching, my own cunt clenching with every buzz of the needle, imagining it was your voice commanding her to be still, to take the pain for you. The way she bit her lip, her small tits trembling with each breath... I had to cross my legs tight. Afterwards, in the car, she showed me. The ink was so fresh, so raw. I traced it with my thumb, lower, until my fingers were wet with both of our need. We’ve marked her for you. This body is yours to decorate further.