She whimpered, jerking her body, trying to pull it away from the fire."Noooooo!"Sister Dominic's cries grew more and more high-pitched as the flame li...gered on the same spot. She thought she would faint from the pain, her fingers curling into her palms while her face blanched from the agony: Jack moved the fire up toward her ass, the flame licking and teasing along her flesh, burning the fine hairs from her skin.Sister Dominic cried out again and again, her body jerking and bouncing as if. She was going to be one of the other wives, the unsatisfied wives. These wives loved their husbands, but they were let down by them.Either the husband had forgotten his wife's original beauty, the zest that had attracted him to her in the first place, or he suffered a loss of vigour, not being able to get it up. Or, there was a third type, those who had not forgotten her original beauty, only quite the opposite.These husbands, who couldn’t satisfy their wives, at least saw them in all their. "Maybe we should let each woman decorate your cock and balls with colored pens? Wouldn't that be fun?" she asked sarcastically. Then she walked away and in a loud voice she announced, "I'm done with him. Sally, do you want to be next?" Sally came over to me. She looked me over, up and down, like I was a piece of meat on display. She paused to tighten the ribbons on my cock and balls, which made me jump. Then she smiled. "I just love pretty girls, especially when they have that. To find his people facing guns and cannons unprepared, when he himself had the ability to arm them himself ... well, he could not face that possibility.The fact he did not, himself, know how to make gunpowder had in its own way made the choice easier. James had recently told those much smarter than him the concept, the ingredients needed. Warned them of the dangers in gunpowder's creation. Then set them to work. Having his people develop it on their own, rather than receiving it as an unearned.