Once the stencil was in place, Veronica assembled her machine and began to work. The needle bit into my skin, and I felt a familiar surge of pain. But I was used to it - I'd had plenty of tattoos before, and I knew what to expect. In fact, I almost enjoyed the sensation. There was something about the pain that was cathartic, something that made me feel alive. As Veronica worked, I felt the pain ebb and flow. It was a burning sensation, a stinging feeling that seemed to sear itself into my skin, it was almost like a razorblade attached to a lawn mower with the vibrations it caused. But I was relaxed, my muscles loose and my mind calm. I closed my eyes and let the pain wash over me while listening to my favorite playlist. At one point, Veronica was working on a part of the tattoo that was on the inner part of my leg, near the crease where my thigh met my groin. Her hand was moving in close, the needle dancing across my skin as she worked on the delicate details of the design. As she leaned in, her hand brushed against my cock, make me twitch a bit. It was a light touch, barely noticeable, I was sure it was just an accident. She was focused on the tattoo, and I didn't think she had even realized she had touched me.