With wide eyes, I looked down at my hand, half-expecting to find it severed at the wrist with blood spurting out of it like a fountain.But my hand was...still attached. And there was no blood. There was a little black ink on the back of my hand, more or less between my second and third knuckles. And Sasha was just removing her ball-point pen, the sharp conical metal tip gleaming like a surgical instrument.The beautiful brunette smirked at me. At the front of the class, Professor Ice continued on. Allison was firmly secured onto a rack where she could not move her ass an inch. The brander had offered to let me actually apply the iron to her flesh, but this was going to be a ‘tricky’ brand that had to be absolutely perfect, so with a short speech explaining to all the significance of Allison having removed the last physical marking that bound her to her old unhappy life and into her new one, I gave only a light very token touch to the iron as the brand was applied. Allison screamed that. She wake up and reached to the door. She open the main gate of the flat and find the same saint on her gate. She greet him happily and ask him to come inside. He came inside as they were little known to each other. He was hefty man at the age of fifty. His hairs were disheveled and wearing the traditional uniform of babas. He sitted on the sofa and she went inside the kitchen and came along with water, snacks and Tea. She served him Tea. And sitted in front of him she asked him from where you. It all just made Tom even harder and more sexually energized than he already was. His penis was pulsating its head off with every second that passed.Finally the young naked girl turned to Tom and just said, “Well, that’s that then. This is fun, isn’t it!” She then proceeded to climbed up onto the top bench seat opposite Tom with her lovely breasts bouncing and jiggling as she went.Tom did not know what to do or say so he just sat up himself with his penis rock hard and feeling so big he didn’t.