The women were also looking around, but none of us could find any more assassins. Sarah came to my aid with a piece of clean cloth to bind my wound. M...ry stopped her and checked to be sure that the wound was clean before it was covered. To be on the safe side, she washed and dried the wound before allowing Sarah to apply the bandage.When I was bandaged, we all went to see what we could find on the dead assassin that might be worth taking. We didn't find much of value; his clothes were filthy. " You are either an assassin, a spy, or, even if you are not, YOU HAVE INSULTED THE ROYAL FAMILY! Allah Bless Them! Thus you should be soundly whipped!" How do you know that? Perhaps the Royal Family, and the Sultana, (Allah Bless Her!) just might be understanding and compassionate, would just let me go. YOU DARE NOT ACT without being sure of what the Blessed Sultana actually thinks!" There! I thought of something to say back.He was really taken back. In fact, I thought he was shaking. At the. Just as she appeared on thescreen he had a massive orgasm. It was weird as hell. While he waspumping out his white goo in large quantities and spilling some on thescreen as well. He was having a whole different level of feelings. Atfirst it was of immense happiness followed by grief and ending up in aviolent rage. Someone had stolen the only thing he loved the most fromhim about 2 years ago. And, that brutal inhumane theif is wearing herright in front of him on the screen and carrying her in. "Priscilla started to smile, but held back because she really did lovethe changes that her Mother had managed to commit her to but she didn'twant anyone to know.A week later Priscilla was told to dress for the fitting."Wear a corset of course, but you may wear a suit or dress if you like."That was unusual because her Mother usually picked out her clothes forher. She elected to wear the pink suit again, and presented herself inthe living room ready to go."You look very nice dear. Let's.