She started to scoop some of it into her mouth before I stopped her."No, leave it. Now I want you to walk out front and get the mail from the curb, th...n come back and walk down to the beach. I want everyone around to see you painted like a whore, don't hide it from anyone," I instructed her. The fire lit in her eyes as she obeyed wordlessly. I watched her complete her tasks, and in reality I don't know if anyone was close enough to see her. Regardless, we were both very turned on.As she walked. He cackled again in his funny way."I'm sorry folks, I clean forgot. Davey that outfit was sort of an inside joke between your Father, Grandfather and me. I wore it as a sort of signal to your Dad that he didn't have to worry about the reception he was likely to get when we got home." The rather large gentleman who loaded the bags and is waiting patiently for permission to get moving is Cyrus Poole, and He is your Granddaddy's regular chauffeur. I'll introduce you all when we get home."He pushed. But she did not say we could not torture you.?Anja groaned as Wakambas warriors grabbed her legs and began tying ropes around each of her ankle ankles. A piece of bamboo about 3-feet long was tied between her ankles, spreading her legs. Anja’s leather top was removed and small leather strips were tied around each of her perky nipples. Anja’s body was then hoisted up by her wrists until her feet were about 2 feet off the ground. A wicker basket was tied under the bamboo spreader bar attached to. .. and something... well... purred...No, no, no, Sarah thought. I'm just not going to think about that now. Besides, the old lady's talking."Sarah, like many women, has kept a fairly good journal throughout her life," the old lady said, trying to divert the small panic attack she always seemed to see in transformees at this stage. "It'll help you adjust and learn what's going on. But you have your mother and father back." The old woman smiled as Sarah's relief became evident. The poor dear had.