Finally he came to the branding. She knew then what her answer would be when asked the question she had been dreading. Fred appeared, she poured tea...and they sat at the fireside in companionable silence. Ken looked up and she knew the hour had come. “Well?” He asked, will do me the honour wearing my mark.She looked at him and with tears in her eyes she slowly said “yes she would but only if she could keep Tim, for Fred”. He nodded as she continued in just a whisper and if you brand me as Mary. I mean, I’m not picky, and I’m not unable to see beauty either. I can spend hours worshipping Bobbie’s massive, wonderful boobs and her endless legs. I can lose myself between the thighs of Russian beauty, Natalie, with her milky complexion, perfectly shaped legs and tummy and her rosiest of rosy nipples. But Cilla was the epitome of cute. A little smaller than me, a pert, almost boyish bum that nonetheless wiggled perfectly with every step of her short, strong legs. She had a few pounds too. You are much too important to us to have been hurt over something like this.”I replied, “Aimee, I am the Master and have to handle certain things. You need to understand my position and what is sometimes required of me to protect us and our interests.”Aimee asked, with a stern straight face, “Do I have to like it?”I laughed and replied, “No, you don’t have to like it, acceptance is all I ask and that you don’t disagree with me in front of our organization.”Aimee had a grim smile on her face as. “Is that too much to ask?”“I...suppose not,” I said.Ananya rubbed my shoulders. “I know Mandy and Margo. Trust me. In time you’re going to realize how innocent this is. Don’t you want to be a part of it right now and finish off our celebration with us?” I looked down at myself to a bit of a surprise, to the sight of my hand rubbing myself. How long had that been going on?“I think that answers that,” said Margo.I apologized to him. As my new reality set in, my excitement began to build yet.