I’m sure I’m going to lose my load any second it all just feels so fucking amazing. And kind of crazy too, I’m going to be honest.Turning my he...d at the sound of a slight gasping sound behind me, I notice another guy from down the hall is standing in the doorway, and his eyes are as big as fucking moons as he watches us take her naked body like our damned lives depend on it, sweat pouring off of us, muscles straining. Striding into the room, sounding incredulous, he asks us, “What the fuck. I asked him why and he replied "well you are sitting there in the nude still and I just want to kiss your body. I said don't be daft, but then I realised that he was dead serious and I could see he was turned on. I told him that we had one more hour before anyone came in and, if he was feeling like that, he had better do it. Well, I did not expect him to – however, he got up, came over and sat down beside me. He took me in his arms and kissed me fully on my lips. As he did this, he let his. Now I was being informed that the ‘BRAND’ had arrived and preparations were underway for the branding.The brand would be 2” in diameter and the girls insisted that I put it 2” above their clit hood. A normal thong would cover it but just barely. Each girl would be in severe restraints which would consist of leather belts around upper thigh and ankle, rope would be tied around the upper shin and lower thigh behind the bent knee with the tail used to pull the legs spread apart. Another belt would. Then panting and scuffling sounds. That would be Rosalie forcing herself erect as quickly as possible.J: Unchain her, Ahmed.A: Right, Miss.Clink... clank... clankity... clank...J: On your knees, slave. Bottom well up... Louder whimpering. Sobs. Deep, groaning sobs.R: M-Mercy... M-Miss... merceee... J: A little painful, is it, Rosalie? Burns and smarts somewhat, does it, Rosalie?Moans. More sobbing.R (with feeling): Yes... ooooh... y-yes... Miss...J: Good! Well, my girl, let me tell you, it can.