I set my glass down and lean forward. Our lips touch and her hands start to rub my side and chest. I run my fingers through her blond hair. It is soft...and silky. I notice her ears have a couple of studs in them. I caress her checks and draw in her face. I love her freckles, her button nose and those dimples are to die for.She moves her hands all over my shirt and works her way down to my pants. It has been a long time since anyone touched me down there. I was about ready to explode, and she had. She removed the branding iron from the flame. It now glowed a lovely sunset orange. ?Hold it steady.? Susan instructed. The brand measured two inches by two inches and Susan pressed the brand against the glans. Timothy struggled and tried bucking both women off. Susan held the iron for only a couple of seconds. There was a hissing sound like hot metal being dipped in water, and there was an odor of burning flesh. Susan handed the iron to Rebecca and asked Rebecca if she would run the. "Look at me". The terror was still there. "Christine,please don't be so scared. I promised not to harm you and I meant that. You'llbe punished, but only if you've done something to deserve it, and I won't demandthat you serve me sexually. Perhaps later, when you're more comfortable withthis, but I don't want a terrified girl in my bed". "Yes, Sir. No,Sir". "I'm very satisfied with your cooking". "Thank you,Sir". "Now, sit down and give me your feet". "Yes, Sir".Obviously still frightened she. Sure! So... How's she?" I uttered."She's fine. We talked a lot and caught up with the things we had done in the past months." Cool!" I said feeling curious as I knew there was something else to come."Hey... I gotta tell you something..." Lorena said."What's that?" I talked about you. I mean, about us and... I mean, I told her about us getting along pretty well despite you being my professor and the age difference, you know... And..." And...?" Well, at some point, we also talked about what.