They had a branding iron in their case, and I am surprised Alice didn't let them experience it." Sarah shivered as she realized the implication. "Gene...ally, this club does not permit or tolerate branding or mutilation. They have, however, permitted it a few times by request for very specific reasons. The one time I remember, the branding iron was chilled until it was very cold but not cold enough to make a permanent mark. The recipient was blind folded and reacted as if it had been blazing. .. “Hancock! Front and Center!” Lance Corporal Hancock heard the transferred call on the other side of the park and he trotted over to where the General was talking with the Lt. He snapped to attention in front of the General.“Lance Corporal Hancock reporting as ordered, Sir!”“Good. I heard that you still had one pick left. I expect you have been saving it for your hometown. How many people here that you don’t want to leave behind?“Sir, about ten. But I’m just trying for my girl friend. She’s. ‘I know you beat off…where is it?’ ‘What?’ ‘Where’s your petroleum jelly…isn’t that what you use?’ ‘Uh, huh. It’s under the mattress.’ ‘Get it.’ He did as he had been asked. ‘I’ve never done it before, David…a finger…sure…if you want to…you’re not too grossed out…you can put it in there…but for Christ’s sake use a lot of that stuff…inside me…and on your dick.’ David found the process of shoving ample fingers full of petrolatum up inside Terry’s tight little rectum extremely dirty but not. The suit looked tailor made for him, showing off his broad shoulders. Jade deduced that this man was a powerful man. He was just the way she liked. Mal sauntered over to her, and said, “I could spend hours between your legs; teasing…sucking; tasting you.” Her green eyes glanced at him, then down his body. “Another man in need of some punishment,” she thought. “Really now, and pray tell, why would you think that you’re worthy enough for me?” she said, bluntly. “Honey…I’m worthy enough for.