Vanished, back to wherever she had come from. He reached up, fingers touching that burning, glassy skin. Her own fingers dropped to his face, running ...ver a day's worth of beard. He wanted ... he wanted to toss aside the covers. Draw her nude form down against his. Feel her burning skin, revel in her touch. Jeff felt himself harden at the very thought of it. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her flesh engulf him.No condom, either. She'd probably melt it against his dick.Jeff heard the bedroom. Thebefore and after photos shown to me highlighted how my new face wouldlook, quite dramatically I might add.This all had to be done at a private hospital which had me concernedabout the costs, until mum told me that she'd already taken out privatehealth coverage for me several months ago, fortunately!Apparently my father, after an initial blow up on hearing of my leavingto live in Henty (but not the true reason why) had accepted it, althoughwith bad grace, but it was with no repercussions on. Then came all the distractions from the logistics from establishing our long term presence within the city. Finally King Edward mentioned that he was going to have the queen publicly branded today and the rest of us decided it would be and opportune time to publicly brand the other bitches as well.--This morning they were pulled from their cages had their collars chained together. Once their arms were shackled behind their backs and hobble chains attached to their ankle shackles the priestesses. I got myself dressed, basque, seemed stockings and thong all in black, a very short ( probably too short ) red leather skirt, white silk blouse and a thick black belt. I'd brought myself a pair of black patent shoes with a 5 " heel, a blonde bobbed wig and my fantasy nails painted to match my lippy compleated the look.I went downstairs and fixed myself a vodka and coke and lit a ciggie to settle my nerves, I sat on one of my bar stools to watch some T.V.Several vodka's ( about 5 ish ) later I.