Write your name on Emma

You fish out the Sharpie and keep watching Emma through the fence hole. You have no idea how you are going to be able to write your name on Emma's body without her interfering. As if trying to answer your question, Emma turns around onto her stomach. You get a first good look at Emma's ass, clad in a small g-string bikini bottom matching the color of the top. Her buttocks look incredibly firm. How's this even possible? To make the view even better, Emma unclips her top straps and lies flat on her stomach, making side boob flesh spill on both sides of her slim frame.

"Patience, no need to rush now...", you assure yourself as you watch to see if Emma is asleep or still awake. You can't tell. You can't take this any longer, you need to make your move before anyone sees you peeping. You start circumnavigating the fence and find a gate not far away. You try to open it as quietly as possible. You heart jumps as the gate makes a creaking noise. You look at Emma, who doesn't seem to have noticed anything. You then realize she is wearing earbuds which must have some music playing, making her oblivious to any noises around her.

"Perfect", you think to yourself as you close in on Emma's bare back, trying to be quick and stealthy at the same time. You pop off the cap from the sharpie, and scribble on Emma's back, instinctively summing up the target in the most brief way possible: "RYAN'S HO".

"What the f... What a fine day, Master!", you hear from Emma's mouth, her tone suddenly changing as you finish drawing the letter "O". As she greets you and smiles, she also turns around and sits up, leaving her undone top on the chair and giving you a first look at her breasts. They hang ever so slightly, as you'd expect from breasts bigger than her head, but they are also surprisingly firm given their size. Emma's nipples point slightly upwards, as flawless as everything else on her body.

"Who do you belong to?", you ask her. "I belong to you, Master Ryan!", she replies without hesitation. "Holy shit, it really worked!", you blurt out aloud. "Okay, so what's the next move now that I have a personal huge titted bitch?", you think. You can't believe you didn't plan this out fully.

"May I ask you something, Emma?", you ask, being your normal unnecessarily polite yourself. "Ask me anything, Master!", Emma smiles at you.

"Is there someone else at your house right now?"