The girls came over and told me to get on my hands and knees. When I did I saw they had a piece of wire that was red hot. It was twisted in a strange ...esign. Sandy told me I was to be branded. That way I wouldn’t be messed with by any other gangs. “Keep playing with yourself, it will make the branding much easier to take,” Becky said. I was on all fours and slipped my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked thinking about everything. I was about to be branded like a piece of property and. So far I’m just kind of hoping for a miracle on this one,’ ‘Like Jackson being caught on CCTV somewhere else at the time he was supposed to be at her place?’ ‘That’d do, but I’m hoping for something more along the lines of Ms Slay dropping the charges and defecting to Cuba to become Castro’s personal masseuse,’ *** Jackson slumped in the office chair in the conference room, absently playing with a glass of water before him and pointedly ignoring me. In his designer jeans and popped-collared. I told her to come closer and put my hand on the skirt. Stroked it till I felt something moving. I always love this part, teasingly unwrapping that gift. I notied that her legs were slightly trembling and so had her breath. This was a very sensitive creature! A bulge was steadily emerging when I put my other hand on a breast. Our drooping eyes were now locked into eachother as if we were accomplishes in some kind of crime.I lifted the skirt and was delighted to find a tight red laced undies. She wasn’t wearing a bra! Marina NEVER goes without a bra – things were looking up! She noticed my surprise and smiled. “I thought you might like that,” she said, “but its just for today”. I reached over for a quick grope as we drove along but had my hand smacked down. “Later!” was the admonishing.I’d planned a brunch stop at The Jolly Sandwich Bar in Enniskillen and wondered would the bra have to go back on. We parked down near the lake and strolled through the town, Marina braless but with.