We get to the show girls thing and I thought we where gonna have to pay and Beth goes no my friend dances here. So we get there and her friend goes I ...ee you guys in a bit in the mean time there girls with huge tits dancing and Beth goes you seen nothing yet. I go what you mean and she goes my friend can get really fun dancing like this and Beth other friend goes yea she does so her friend comes out for her show and huge ass tits and a nice ass go hard to the music. After an hour her show end. .as you relax your legs fall open and you feel drops of essance mixed with oil dripping off you smooth lips and soaking into the soft mink rug........a finger slides between your legs teasing you wet lips .........The door opens and you hear another pair of foot prints enter the room......you feel masculine energy.......as you try to press yourself deeper on to his finger a firm hand presses you down...."patience angel, patience", a familiar voice says… As you move your head the blindfold slips. .I will never do it again...please..." I beg for you to fuck me, to let me touch you, for you to touch me. I swear over and over again that I am sorry and I will never do it again. Finally you stop my begging by saying, "Do you remember what you did?" I pause to try to organize my thoughts then say, "Yes, master." and you wait for me to continue. "I went against your will and embarrassed you in front of your guest." You say "Good, now, first you are going to make it up to me then you will. In any case, Glade was reluctant to give a full account of the horrors that followed. It was painful enough for her to remember the evil and worse still to describe it. Did she really want to elaborate on how so many of the people she’d known all her life were massacred in a growing orgy of violence, the sexual frenzy of the invaders, the rapes that followed in rapid succession, and the murder of her mother? Simply alluding to the subsequent horrors served only to refresh the shaman’s traumatic.