Cock was stiff and leakingHe told me John liked him to dress as a girl and he had asked Mark to steal a pair of his mum's and sisters knickers for him...Why I asked?Mark explained he had a suitcase full of bras knickers and tights another bigger case had school girl uniforms in.Which he had found in the girls changing rooms, over the years, some of them was disgusting When mark took his mum's and sisters knickers John told him to dress in a girls uniform then laid him on the bed , mark watched. Not the way our brother touched me last night.My hand brushed the ruby amulet Sven gave me last night, the treasure plucked from the slaver's tent. I'd never seen a ruby so large before, the size of a hen's egg. It swung from a gold chain between my breasts, the faceted faces catching the morning light. I should sell it.But Sven gave it to me. I smiled.After tracing the vines around my left breast, I moved to the other tattoos on my body, the ones I gained as I mastered the arts. I had to excel. They assured us their dogs were well trained, but for the average purchaser. They had never considered dogs for a kink market like women interested in canine sex. They shared a look between themselves, though, and wondered what it would take to see if there was interest. They felt the effort, however, would produce a market too limited to make it worthwhile pursuing. We had their interest, though, and were shocked when Mr. Woodburn offered to give them an idea of what we were talking. I have photos to prove the fucker cheated on you." "No- no I believe you," I muttered, my heart in my throat. I couldn't believe it, but Emma wouldn't lie to me, not about something like this. "I'm still sending them to you, so he knows that you know, and that he can't justify it," she said. "But what if I want him to justify it, Emma?" "Then you have a serious problem, and you need to get laid. Honestly Steph, he hasn't returned any of your calls or texts, and he's not dead, so what did you.