My skin felt sticky and gummy, and themakeup was starting to make my face itch. Last night I had resolved toput off today's shower until later, but I ...ust couldn't wait.I went into the bathroom that I had claimed as mine, and unclipped myhair pieces. First I washed my face thoroughly. It took several tries toget all that gunk off. My eyes were weeping from the stinging chemicals.Was I doing this wrong, or did every girl suffer silently like this?Finally my face was bare. Ugh, I looked so plain.. The altar was on a forty-five degree angle so that both the slaves and masters could observe the actual burning of the logo into Sheila’s skin. It was in the shape of a body with its arms out to the sides and the legs spread like a “V”. In this way the slaves and masters could have easy access to Sheila’s pubic area. Sheila was laid on the altar and strap down allowing her absolutely no movement. Her arms, legs and torso were secured. Along her legs and arms were twelve candleholders set on an. Slowly as days passed I started to talk about sex and sexual desires to her.She became very open and also talked naughty things to me.My dad on one day told us that he is going to village for 8 days for farm work.Me and my brother rejoiced to hear that and decided to take this opportunity. On one evening mom came from a friend’s place and she was in beautiful blue transparent saree.We got aroused and we made a plan.My brother told my mom that he going to his friend’s place for a night. “o hello! Where are you ?”Regaining my senses I stepped inside her castle. After the formal hello hi with her grandfather we went upstairs. The journey to the upstairs was the most amazing.I wished the time paused.As she slowly guided me though my legs followed but my eyes were fixed on the most amazing views her butt being kissed by her hot pants.“where are uncle – aunty ? ““oh they had to gone to mashi’s house. She is down with pneumonia ““oo”I answered her as I was so concerned about her.