The tattoo part was okay. I actually wanted that. And like I said, I was sure Clint wouldn’t let anyone brand me. That would be just barbaric. But t...e other stuff about the other men really made me mad. It wasn’t a bit true what she said. Not at all. I mean, besides Clint, only Mr. Compton and four vendors and one other guy have had me. That’s only six guys not counting Clint. It’s not like a dozen like what Brooke said. I’m not a whore! I’m nineteen, and except for my husband, I’ve only had. One Friday evening, my body became stiff due to the hectic work over the last few months. I had decided to have a body de-stress relaxation massage to relax and be fresh for the next week. So, I took out my phone and ordered online through an app for the next morning. Half an hour later in the evening, I got a notification from the online app. A professional has been accepted my booking. Out of curiosity, I just looked into the profile of the professional who accepted my. However, as he did so, he realized that touching the mirror seemed to have broken it as his own reflection was once again staring back at him. Suddenly Brydon froze, realizing that something was wrong. That feeling was amplified when his own reflection screamed in panic from the mirror, "Who are you?" For a moment, all Brydon could do was stare at his reflection...which was not moving like he was. At the same time though, he realized that there were other things wrong as well. Too many of. That didn’t thrill me at all.I was helped to my feet by King whilst Kong took back his helmet looking closely at it for any dents inflicted by the pony. No one asked if I was alright.I suddenly felt dirty and very tired.Levi came up and took charge of Randy leading it away. The pony didn’t even look back at me. Just trotted off. Hugh!Sugar was now naked and tied over two low stools I presumed were used by the farm hands who milked the cows. She was struggling against the ropes binding her but.