With her still crying, the master read out the conditions of her slavery.They were,1) She will not be allowed to touch her body anywhere for 10 years2... She will never climax for the next 10 years3) All other slaves will be held in higher esteem4) She will be sexually edged at every opportunity by anyone.5) She will ALLWAYS be naked6) She will always be silent the only question she can answer is "Are you a whore" her answer will be "Yes, please give me 10 lashes" (lashes to be years left) She. ” I said, “That’s fine with me, it will give us some time to chat about what you would like to do with us in bed.” As we continued walking to Susan’s car, she slid her right hand under the back of my skirt and started fondling my ass. She continued her assault by sliding her middle finger in and out of my ass as we walked. When we got to her car my cock was showing signs of life from all the attention to my ass. Apparently that was her plan. When we got to the car Susan accidentally dropped. “Would it make you happy to see me as I once was? I will do that for you.”She didn’t turn to face him but nodded.Then she heard him take a deep breath, followed by the pained sounds of him shifting out of his hybrid form. Still, she didn’t turn; It would have only hurt more to see him in pain as his body contorted into a shape it hadn’t been in for almost two decades.It wasn’t until a rough hand touched her shoulder that she looked. Her heart gave an odd flutter- one similar to what she felt. Things progressed steadily, both with my recovery and in my growing friendship with Julia. Her walls, once breached by our inane misunderstanding and resulting laughter, stayed down. I had the sense that she could instantly rebuild them if I stepped wrong, so I stepped carefully. I continued to “read” mostly sadness and caution from her, perhaps a tinge of fear and resignation, but she seemed to slowly grow happier as time went on.I tried, each time we touched, to gently nudge a sense of peace.