I felt a warm glow, almost as if I were with a gentle lover, as I stated the next part of the punishment. “After all gathered have heard her screams...” I said firmly, “she should be tied to the back of a jackass and paraded in shame through all the streets of our village.”There was a collective gasp from the crowd. The parade of shame was normally only done for women who had seduced another’s husband or for prostitutes who refused to wear the paints and colors of their profession.For the parade. I had thought it was huge and it was, bigger than anything I had ever seen before. I knew my small hand would never go around it. You pulled me off the table and put steady pressure on my shoulders so that I was forced to my knees. You pushed the head of your cock toward my mouth. I knew I would never get it all in but I did try, since it was already hard I didn’t need to get him up, so I concentrated on licking it all over and getting it wet. After a few minutes you stepped back and stood me. "Well..." she paused looked over at the door making sure it was shut then turned back to me and hesitantly continued, "I went been through MORFS too, years ago. It changed me, I was a plain nerd girl before it, and over the course of a week I became this. You might think it was a blessing, and it was in some ways. But it ruined a lot of my friendships. They couldn't see me as me any more. People look at me and see dumb blonde, they hardly ever take me seriously. Girls treat me like I'm some. He ran intoJuliette's arm all the while calling out, "Mere!" Not far behind, hisgrandparents couldn't keep up with Pierre's energy as they eventuallycame to hug their eldest daughter.The first words that came from Juliette's mom were, "You seem to havelost some weight, my dear..." Holding on to her only child, Juliette hadcome to understand her 56 year-old mother's concern since she too wasworried about how little Pierre had been growing up without her by hisside. The mother and daughter.