"Bare pussy," the slave with the branding iron says. "Good. Less mess that way."She then steps forward, grabs a hold my pussy, sticks a finger into my...slit, and pulls my twat upwards just a bit, giving her a better angle for the red-hot branding iron.SSSSSSSTTTTTT!!!!!"Oh, my fuckin shit!" I scream. "What the fuck have you done to my pussy?"I am crying now. It's the worst pain that I have ever felt, and I consider myself a pain slut."Fuck you, you no good fuckin' whore!" I scream at her. "I. The prospect of looking at hundreds of sets of identical army kit was daunting. Then he had an idea."Now I would like to see the disciplinary process at work," said the Emir.When there was much spluttering and choking among those present at this request, he continued amiably, "Are there no defaulters today? In that case the Army here is much different from every other one in the world. Lead on to the parade; I will sit and watch the Adjutant at work."Having no choice, they led him to a small. He lay there heaving on her form, his breathing now subsiding as he moved to merge their forms into one for a more comfortable fitting.Looking at me with his sperm now separating and running down over my pubic bone, he reached out and placing two fingers on my cunt, pressed firmly, he drew his cummings back up towards my belly, telling me, 'Go wipe this off sweetheart, you dont want it going in there.'As he spoke his fingers were cleaning themselves on my nipple, which he carresed as he wiped. I reckoned the time was about 10 o’clock and, as yet there were no guests on the patio. Doubtless, all lying in getting over their drinking and sexual excesses.Malik removed our restraints and Kathie and I went into the serving area to get organised. Trays, glasses, ice etc., all had to be ready. We checked that all spirits and wineswhich were likely to be required were on hand. It’s best to get set up properly from the start for, when you’re rushingaround serving half a dozen guests at once,.